[ Disarray is probably a good word for it. While he shifts, her gaze lingers on him for a moment, her brow furrowed with worry. Yusuke is hard to read, but she's gotten good enough at it to see the subtle fluctuations in his mood. Now, he inches forward one step at a time—maybe not even that much. Though she understands that too—these kinds of things are not so easy to move past.
At least Yusuke is simpler in other things. He needs rest, if he can get it—and maybe some food. Or is that her own self talking? ]
Don't worry about it. Just get under the kotatsu—it'll be good for you!
[ ...How.
In the meantime, she gets to her feet and starts heading for the kitchen. ]
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At least Yusuke is simpler in other things. He needs rest, if he can get it—and maybe some food. Or is that her own self talking? ]
Don't worry about it. Just get under the kotatsu—it'll be good for you!
[ ...How.
In the meantime, she gets to her feet and starts heading for the kitchen. ]
I'll make some tea.