Kou wordlessly accepts the coffee, but he doesn't move to drink. His gut is churning, and his tongue feels heavy; he's not sure he could stomach the drink right now. He's so fucking tired, and sad, and he hates it but he can't make it stop. This Goro being so... caring, too, is-
It's-
He doesn't know. He doesn't know.
"Mm," is the only noise he makes in reply. Must be nice, having someone from your own world here- though Kou doesn't know if he'd even like having someone from his own world around. His tail has wound around his own legs. His wings, already awkwardly squished against the back of the bench, droop against himself. Like a fucked up little cocoon for his own grief, illuminated by the other's light.
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It's-
He doesn't know. He doesn't know.
"Mm," is the only noise he makes in reply. Must be nice, having someone from your own world here- though Kou doesn't know if he'd even like having someone from his own world around. His tail has wound around his own legs. His wings, already awkwardly squished against the back of the bench, droop against himself. Like a fucked up little cocoon for his own grief, illuminated by the other's light.