[Homura knocks on Okita's door with one hand, a tray of food in the other. It's simple stuff, things he remembers from when Ayumu took care of Okita before, or when the woman had been sick herself. Without her there to correct him, Homura knows he'll get complaints about it, which is fine.
It's nothing more than excuse. He'll say that Ayumu would be angry at them both if he didn't at least attempt to take care of Okita, but Homura knows. He's seen the man's condition change, and how he withers.
He's gone through dying that way.]
I'm coming in Okita. [Homura waits longer than he normally would, to give Okita time to gather himself. He opens the door slowly, steps inside and makes sure to close it completely behind him.]
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It's nothing more than excuse. He'll say that Ayumu would be angry at them both if he didn't at least attempt to take care of Okita, but Homura knows. He's seen the man's condition change, and how he withers.
He's gone through dying that way.]
I'm coming in Okita. [Homura waits longer than he normally would, to give Okita time to gather himself. He opens the door slowly, steps inside and makes sure to close it completely behind him.]