Seishin couldn’t help but smile at Toshio’s choice of coffee even if the smile was thin and didn’t really touch his eyes. Tea was more relaxing, soothing and he didn’t imagine either of them had been drinking much of it recently. In a time of crisis (and what else could one consider this?), coffee was the drug relied upon for additional stamina. When they were pulling all nighters at the clinic they had most certainly kept the coffee maker busy.
Toshio didn’t seem any more eager than Seishin for a genuine conversation. (Well, they hadn’t spoken once since that awful morning when they’d argued about his treatment of Kyouko-san and his view of the shiki.) Even at Kyouko-san’s funeral they’d barely glanced at each other and although Seishin felt guilty for his silence at such a crucial time, offering condolences to someone who had killed their own wife after mercilessly experimenting upon her for...was it days? Seishin really didn’t wish to think about it. He hadn’t asked and he certainly wasn’t about to now. It had been made perfectly clear that their assessments of the shiki varied drastically.
Of course they did. Toshio hadn’t conversed with any of them for any length of time. Seishin had been the one to engage Sunako (or rather she’d targeted him, following him to his place of refuge much to his initial annoyance). He had also briefly talked to Mutou Tohru outside Yuuki Natsuno’s grave. Kyouko-san’s mouth had been taped shut when Seishin regarded her definitive corpse. He would guess Toshio had been unwilling to listen to her personal perspective.
After preparing the coffee, he’d returned with a mug for both of them, offering the one in his right hand for Toshio, awkwardly hovering nearby after he’d accepted it. “I gave her some tea and pastries. She did eat a few of them but perhaps I should have given her more than snacks.” Although Seishin had little experience cooking and it wasn’t yet dinner time so nothing more substantial was available. Hopefully the sweets would tide her over until supper was served.
Re: No, Coffee.
Toshio didn’t seem any more eager than Seishin for a genuine conversation. (Well, they hadn’t spoken once since that awful morning when they’d argued about his treatment of Kyouko-san and his view of the shiki.) Even at Kyouko-san’s funeral they’d barely glanced at each other and although Seishin felt guilty for his silence at such a crucial time, offering condolences to someone who had killed their own wife after mercilessly experimenting upon her for...was it days? Seishin really didn’t wish to think about it. He hadn’t asked and he certainly wasn’t about to now. It had been made perfectly clear that their assessments of the shiki varied drastically.
Of course they did. Toshio hadn’t conversed with any of them for any length of time. Seishin had been the one to engage Sunako (or rather she’d targeted him, following him to his place of refuge much to his initial annoyance). He had also briefly talked to Mutou Tohru outside Yuuki Natsuno’s grave. Kyouko-san’s mouth had been taped shut when Seishin regarded her definitive corpse. He would guess Toshio had been unwilling to listen to her personal perspective.
After preparing the coffee, he’d returned with a mug for both of them, offering the one in his right hand for Toshio, awkwardly hovering nearby after he’d accepted it. “I gave her some tea and pastries. She did eat a few of them but perhaps I should have given her more than snacks.” Although Seishin had little experience cooking and it wasn’t yet dinner time so nothing more substantial was available. Hopefully the sweets would tide her over until supper was served.