His mouth twists at the corner in a strange, sad way, as he finds new depths in Amamiya's point. Wasn't that always how it was, for him? Almost from the womb, he'd been the adult, hadn't he?
"You're not wrong," he murmurs, watching Amamiya bow his head. "Listen, if you don't want to make the coffee, I can do it?"
Damn. He tried to show the guy a welcome, and it's just backfired. Well, someone with his damage would be hard to help, wouldn't he? He turns to the rice cooker, scooping out fresh rice onto the plate, just as he was taught.
"Maybe it's why we become what we do," he muses aloud, watching Amamiya from the corner of his eye. "Why choose somebody not used to responsibility? As if you can ask no end of things of a person."
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"You're not wrong," he murmurs, watching Amamiya bow his head. "Listen, if you don't want to make the coffee, I can do it?"
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"Maybe it's why we become what we do," he muses aloud, watching Amamiya from the corner of his eye. "Why choose somebody not used to responsibility? As if you can ask no end of things of a person."