[subaru's quiet when he steps back in, carefully shutting the door out of a picked up habit from stargazing most nights, and he turns on a bright smile when he sees natsume peeking his good eye at him, sitting down with the toast and canned tea.
... boy. he doesn't know how to start on... anything... from the past week, much less few days, so he'll just gesture for natsume to enjoy his breakfast-lunch. he can formulate his thoughts, maybe, if his friend doesn't call him out on his quiet mood.]
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... boy. he doesn't know how to start on... anything... from the past week, much less few days, so he'll just gesture for natsume to enjoy his breakfast-lunch. he can formulate his thoughts, maybe, if his friend doesn't call him out on his quiet mood.]