[He claims the tray, crouching to balance it on his knees and stack their plates, then their cups, reaching behind him to yank the hood of Akira's sweater up over his head. He says nothing, standing once he has a hold on the tray, and skitters off for the stairs, pausing.]
...do you need anything? [He's afraid to ask it because he's afraid of what Akira might say, but he's asking anyway. It's polite.]
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...do you need anything? [He's afraid to ask it because he's afraid of what Akira might say, but he's asking anyway. It's polite.]