[ Billy has an aura of tension. Junpei has an aura of sadness, of overwhelming hopeless melancholy that radiates even after he’d felt a spike of irritation piercing through it from the squabbling.
As he’d promised, there’s tea, steam rising from two primly set cups on the table. His single visible eye, dark with exhaustion, regards Billy tiredly as he pulls out a chair. He doesn’t say anything, but the implication is clear. Come. Sit. ]
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As he’d promised, there’s tea, steam rising from two primly set cups on the table. His single visible eye, dark with exhaustion, regards Billy tiredly as he pulls out a chair. He doesn’t say anything, but the implication is clear. Come. Sit. ]