[At some point, Kotetsu wakes back up drowsily and looks at his wristwatch. 20 minutes of sleep? That wasn't too bad. He blinks and looks over, before a small smile crosses his features—and not long after fades, when he considers Barnaby's state.
He itches his nose, leaning back and sighing softly. His voice is just a whisper—]
I'm sorry... I wasn't there for you like you were there for me, this week.
Thanks for that.
[He'll definitely make it up to you sometime. Definitely.
He walks around the table, putting the soup he brought away so it doesn't spoil, before he stretches and starts out the front door. It locks quietly after him.]
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He itches his nose, leaning back and sighing softly. His voice is just a whisper—]
I'm sorry... I wasn't there for you like you were there for me, this week.
Thanks for that.
[He'll definitely make it up to you sometime. Definitely.
He walks around the table, putting the soup he brought away so it doesn't spoil, before he stretches and starts out the front door. It locks quietly after him.]