[Sousei was picking up his own cup of tea, settled neatly at the table (in contrast to Tenka's posture as always), and it's peaceful enough that he's ready to wait.
He doesn't mind the silence, after all, and he doesn't have to fear any longer that Tenka doesn't trust him, and would rather continue to hide things from him.
But nonetheless, he wasn't expecting the words. He freezes, because admittedly... while he recovered from seeing their dead bodies, sprawled out and bloody as they were, it was a pretty long process, and even now Kiiko warns him from venturing too close to those emotional injuries again.
He remembers how to move, and sets the cup down, even as his expression tightens.]
...Yes. [Of course he does. So much that he can't breathe sometimes, if he thinks about it.] ...Why do you ask?
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He doesn't mind the silence, after all, and he doesn't have to fear any longer that Tenka doesn't trust him, and would rather continue to hide things from him.
But nonetheless, he wasn't expecting the words. He freezes, because admittedly... while he recovered from seeing their dead bodies, sprawled out and bloody as they were, it was a pretty long process, and even now Kiiko warns him from venturing too close to those emotional injuries again.
He remembers how to move, and sets the cup down, even as his expression tightens.]
...Yes. [Of course he does. So much that he can't breathe sometimes, if he thinks about it.] ...Why do you ask?