[ Itsuki doesn't even get any time to utter a pardon the intrusion or thank Suga for his patience and invitation - he's swept up so quickly in being directed through the apartment, swaddled, and then cuddled up to that everything goes by in a blur, his mouth partially open like he was about to actually give protest.
But he looks down at the tea in his hands, like he's surprised it's there, and then he hunkers down into the blanket that's been wrapped around his shoulders. Most of his face disappears into it, his eyes and (sad) eyebrows the only visible thing at first. It's - nice, even if the situation itself isn't. This is hard enough to talk about, but Suga has made it easier.
He sniffs, faintly, before poking his nose and mouth up enough to take a drink before he speaks. ]
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But he looks down at the tea in his hands, like he's surprised it's there, and then he hunkers down into the blanket that's been wrapped around his shoulders. Most of his face disappears into it, his eyes and (sad) eyebrows the only visible thing at first. It's - nice, even if the situation itself isn't. This is hard enough to talk about, but Suga has made it easier.
He sniffs, faintly, before poking his nose and mouth up enough to take a drink before he speaks. ]
It's been a week.