[Takeshi's silent for a moment, watching him. When he tips his head, it's both a nod and a turn. These basic, pragmatic measures agreed upon, but Takeshi is still angry, and Stephen is veering to exhaustion, has a patient to care for.]
You should clean up. Eat something.
[As he moves away from the door again, back to the window, the sill where he'd left his drink.]
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You should clean up. Eat something.
[As he moves away from the door again, back to the window, the sill where he'd left his drink.]