[Eichi is in his room, in fact. He's sitting on the bed with a broken pair of silver glasses in his hands, the rest still shoved away in a drawer. He's holding a piece in each hand, uselessly pressing them together and pulling them apart again.
But Jae-Ha entering makes him glance up, and his hands still when he does. He is hungry, honestly, but he's not sure he has the appetite. Still, he doesn't want to cause worry or waste Jae-Ha's attempt, so he doesn't say that.]
...Did you make that for me? I can't refuse something like that. Thank you.
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But Jae-Ha entering makes him glance up, and his hands still when he does. He is hungry, honestly, but he's not sure he has the appetite. Still, he doesn't want to cause worry or waste Jae-Ha's attempt, so he doesn't say that.]
...Did you make that for me? I can't refuse something like that. Thank you.