[Well, at least Youji didn't seem to be mad about it?
[Ken puts the tray down on the central table and, for a moment, takes advantage of the need to deal with the coffee to avoid meeting Youji's eyes. Carefully, he pours coffee into one of the cups and hands it to Youji before attending to his own. He's trying, in his own small, confused kind of way, to help - maybe he doesn't know what with or what good he can possibly do, but he wants to help all the same.]
Milk and sugar and stuff's on the tray.
[... he said needlessly.
[Of course, Youji'll have to wait his turn for them. That small job done, he grabs a couple of biscuits and retreats to the other couch, sitting cross-legged on it. He holds the mug in both hands; he's waiting for the coffee to cool. Until then, he guesses he can at least warm his fingers on it.]
What'd you think we should do?
[The idea that there might not be anything they can do is, of course, anathema.]
[Action]
[Ken puts the tray down on the central table and, for a moment, takes advantage of the need to deal with the coffee to avoid meeting Youji's eyes. Carefully, he pours coffee into one of the cups and hands it to Youji before attending to his own. He's trying, in his own small, confused kind of way, to help - maybe he doesn't know what with or what good he can possibly do, but he wants to help all the same.]
Milk and sugar and stuff's on the tray.
[... he said needlessly.
[Of course, Youji'll have to wait his turn for them. That small job done, he grabs a couple of biscuits and retreats to the other couch, sitting cross-legged on it. He holds the mug in both hands; he's waiting for the coffee to cool. Until then, he guesses he can at least warm his fingers on it.]
What'd you think we should do?
[The idea that there might not be anything they can do is, of course, anathema.]