[He finishes stretching by flexing his fingers, looking for where he'd left his gloves. At least he's grateful he hadn't fallen asleep with them on; that'd make for some pretty gross hands after three (or more) days. Satisfied they're still on the desk where he'd left them, he leaves them there for now, looking back to Ren.
Whatever he might have said is lost as the other boy simply hands him a bowl of curry, and he takes it more from reflex than any conscious thought. It's not that he's unused to the other serving him food, but rather, it's waking up and immediately being, for lack of a better word, taken care of. It leaves him oddly speechless for a moment, chest aching in the familiar way that only Ren makes him feel.]
I... [he starts, stops, then simply closes his eyes and sighs, more at himself than at Ren.] Thank you. I assume the storms and electricity are related?
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Whatever he might have said is lost as the other boy simply hands him a bowl of curry, and he takes it more from reflex than any conscious thought. It's not that he's unused to the other serving him food, but rather, it's waking up and immediately being, for lack of a better word, taken care of. It leaves him oddly speechless for a moment, chest aching in the familiar way that only Ren makes him feel.]
I... [he starts, stops, then simply closes his eyes and sighs, more at himself than at Ren.] Thank you. I assume the storms and electricity are related?