[He looks... terrible. Truly. His skin is sallow and his eyes are sunken, he hasn't brushed his hair in the better part of a day, and with the way he keeps scrubbing a hand backward through it, it's sticking up in at least four directions at any given angle. He nearly drops his coffee mug at the sound of Akira's voice, dropping his pen in favor of setting it down not too hard, and there's a brief, almost glitch-like flash of viciousness in his expression when he looks up.]
K-- [He flinches, exhaling and looking at his mug, then his mess of papers all over the table, and when he looks back up he looks even more tired, somehow.] Akira?
[His mother steps briefly into view behind Akira, and Goro's eyes shift to her-- the guilt in her expression undoes any covertness she managed up until that point with asking Akira over. His stomach drops.] ...oh.
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K-- [He flinches, exhaling and looking at his mug, then his mess of papers all over the table, and when he looks back up he looks even more tired, somehow.] Akira?
[His mother steps briefly into view behind Akira, and Goro's eyes shift to her-- the guilt in her expression undoes any covertness she managed up until that point with asking Akira over. His stomach drops.] ...oh.