[Takeshi's answer is a low sound in his throat, acknowledgement and dismissal all in one, another kiss against the crown of Stephen's head. Then he's shifting, extracting himself gently.]
Let me get you some water.
[Stephen could magic it up, but Takeshi doesn't want him to - the motions of the task give him a sense of structure on how to handle this, regardless of how false he knows that structure to be.
He doesn't rush, but it's only a minute before he returns and reclaims his spot next to Stephen. Glass in one hand, large embroidery-bordered handkerchief in the other.]
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Let me get you some water.
[Stephen could magic it up, but Takeshi doesn't want him to - the motions of the task give him a sense of structure on how to handle this, regardless of how false he knows that structure to be.
He doesn't rush, but it's only a minute before he returns and reclaims his spot next to Stephen. Glass in one hand, large embroidery-bordered handkerchief in the other.]