[Even now, looking as weak as he does, when he's spent days contained in this room, Okita still smiles. It's as much of a testament to stubbornness as Homura's ever seen, and it's painful to watch.]
Hello Okita.
[He moves to the bed, sets the tray down next to Okita, then takes a step back. The man has always favored his personal space. And in turn, Homura rarely has a problem intruding, but he's also calculating in his steps. So physically, he separates from Okita, crosses his arms over his chest, and asks for what will no doubt be a lie.]
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Hello Okita.
[He moves to the bed, sets the tray down next to Okita, then takes a step back. The man has always favored his personal space. And in turn, Homura rarely has a problem intruding, but he's also calculating in his steps. So physically, he separates from Okita, crosses his arms over his chest, and asks for what will no doubt be a lie.]
How are you feeling?