[Well, she's certainly a lot warmer than the food she's so callously choosing to ignore, he'll let her have that much.
Subdued as he is, he almost laughs.]
You know, huh?
[Though never let it be said that Shinjiro isn't dedicated to his craft, adhering to his rigid set of morals that no prepared food is allowed to go uneaten without sufficient cause. Whatever the outcome, his meal won't be wasted. He can package it for her to take home tonight if she isn't hungry. It can be reheated, even if it won't taste quite as good the second day. At worst, she can use it to bribe her brother to come and visit her, so she doesn't have to make the trip.
He breathes in, exhales.]
I worked hard on that.
[It's almost accusatory, scolding, but lacks any real iron behind it. He can't say he objects to her wanting to stay if she wants to, even if it means his food is being made to suffer. Even if it feels a bit strange being like this, having the warmth of someone else against him, another heartbeat working to live besides his own (and it is beating), because he's so unused to prolonged physical contact. He's so used to being alone, brushing off other people before they could lay a hand on him, so even something so comparatively short as this feels like a strangely long time. Time he isn't sure what to make of, but secretly doesn't mind spending.]
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Subdued as he is, he almost laughs.]
You know, huh?
[Though never let it be said that Shinjiro isn't dedicated to his craft, adhering to his rigid set of morals that no prepared food is allowed to go uneaten without sufficient cause. Whatever the outcome, his meal won't be wasted. He can package it for her to take home tonight if she isn't hungry. It can be reheated, even if it won't taste quite as good the second day. At worst, she can use it to bribe her brother to come and visit her, so she doesn't have to make the trip.
He breathes in, exhales.]
I worked hard on that.
[It's almost accusatory, scolding, but lacks any real iron behind it. He can't say he objects to her wanting to stay if she wants to, even if it means his food is being made to suffer. Even if it feels a bit strange being like this, having the warmth of someone else against him, another heartbeat working to live besides his own (and it is beating), because he's so unused to prolonged physical contact. He's so used to being alone, brushing off other people before they could lay a hand on him, so even something so comparatively short as this feels like a strangely long time. Time he isn't sure what to make of, but secretly doesn't mind spending.]