[He's not crying. He's definitely not crying. It's just one tear...and the threat of more to follow. He bites the inside of his cheek to call himself back to attention, except he bites so hard that he worries for a second the next thing he'll taste will be the bitter, metallic taste of his own blood.]
It's not fine, dammit.
[He clutches the burned curtain to his chest, worried Chuuya will attempt to make that float away next. Aside from the water stains and some ash and smoke scent, the morning room didn't get ruined too badly. But the curtain is definitely a goner. He stands back to his feet, avoiding looking at Chuuya, head swimming.]
I need to tell him about this. I'm not going to lie to him.
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It's not fine, dammit.
[He clutches the burned curtain to his chest, worried Chuuya will attempt to make that float away next. Aside from the water stains and some ash and smoke scent, the morning room didn't get ruined too badly. But the curtain is definitely a goner. He stands back to his feet, avoiding looking at Chuuya, head swimming.]
I need to tell him about this. I'm not going to lie to him.