[She's not going to leave him be, and he can't be upset with her for it.]
...yeah, okay. Hang on.
[He gets up, pulls his yukata out of his bag, wraps it around himself. Ties the obi. Shuffles back to the door. Unlocks it.]
[He hesitates just long enough before opening the door, trying to make sure he's breathing evenly. He's a mess, regardless-- his face is red, his hair is a mess, and he's very specifically looking at the floor.]
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[She's not going to leave him be, and he can't be upset with her for it.]
...yeah, okay. Hang on.
[He gets up, pulls his yukata out of his bag, wraps it around himself. Ties the obi. Shuffles back to the door. Unlocks it.]
[He hesitates just long enough before opening the door, trying to make sure he's breathing evenly. He's a mess, regardless-- his face is red, his hair is a mess, and he's very specifically looking at the floor.]