I jump a little when he speaks, almost knocking poor Shishi-kun clear off the bed. He recovers, and I help him back over to my hands, giving him a little pat in apology.
"I'm fine," I start, glancing back over at Take-chan. He hasn't moved from his position at the window, hasn't turned his head to face me. I swallow hard, and manage to keep my voice light, conversational.
"I'm not starving myself or anything."
I want to keep him talking. I want to draw out his joy again. "Are you hungry? I can make sushi for us."
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Date: 2012-07-03 05:17 am (UTC)"I'm fine," I start, glancing back over at Take-chan. He hasn't moved from his position at the window, hasn't turned his head to face me. I swallow hard, and manage to keep my voice light, conversational.
"I'm not starving myself or anything."
I want to keep him talking. I want to draw out his joy again. "Are you hungry? I can make sushi for us."