[ Ah. He appreciates that tissue, and he puts it to use as he watches Mikleo go to get them water. So he'll take this as a sign he should go wash up first, moving to the bathroom and splashing his face a few times. He gets a towel afterwards, drying his face off and pausing for a moment to look at himself in the mirror. His ... eyes are still relatively red and puffy, but at least they're not filled with tears anymore. That's a step! Ah ... he'll just have to try his best to be strong with it.
And he exits the bathroom, flashing a smile for his friend. He doesn't feel he needs to speak right now. ]
[No, the smile is all Mikleo needs. Both glasses are on the counter as he uses the kitchen sink to wash his own face. He dries off by using his magic to flick the excess water back into the sink, and takes one of the glasses to hand to Sorey. The other he'll start drinking from.
They'll be fine. Mikleo's never been more confident in that.]
[ He's glad they can communicate without words like that. And he quietly takes his cup and sips from it, before starting to move back into the bedroom, and looking back at Mikleo to see if he's coming. He'd kind of rather drink the water from the comfort of their bed, rather than in the quiet open kitchen area. ]
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And he exits the bathroom, flashing a smile for his friend. He doesn't feel he needs to speak right now. ]
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They'll be fine. Mikleo's never been more confident in that.]
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Though, the seraph doesn't expect to get much sleep tonight. He has some things to think about.]