[His posture pulls taut like he's strung together and someone tightened him, getting up and striding across the room to the bag. He already looks like a damn mess before he's even reaching for the zipper.]
I've mentioned tea to you, [He offers, suddenly very quiet. He extracts one pair of jeans and three t-shirts, and then a dark zippered laundry bag he assumes contains undergarments, but hardly looks at them (two of the three t-shirts are Featherman print, the third is just a navy v-neck), setting them all aside in favor of sinking to sit in front of the couch and push the bag away from an old rattan basket.] I don't have any tea, right now, but... [He opens the basket carefully, and rolls his fingers into his palms, holding his breath looking over the contents.] ...but, um. [He sinks to sit the rest of the way on his butt, pulling his knees to his chest and turning to Akira with a smile that is only on his face because it's keeping him from crying.] I think. I think I shouldn't have opened this, right now, I'm sorry. I don't know where to put it.
this is still a sexy icon and now i actually feel bad for using it but it's fine.
I've mentioned tea to you, [He offers, suddenly very quiet. He extracts one pair of jeans and three t-shirts, and then a dark zippered laundry bag he assumes contains undergarments, but hardly looks at them (two of the three t-shirts are Featherman print, the third is just a navy v-neck), setting them all aside in favor of sinking to sit in front of the couch and push the bag away from an old rattan basket.] I don't have any tea, right now, but... [He opens the basket carefully, and rolls his fingers into his palms, holding his breath looking over the contents.] ...but, um. [He sinks to sit the rest of the way on his butt, pulling his knees to his chest and turning to Akira with a smile that is only on his face because it's keeping him from crying.] I think. I think I shouldn't have opened this, right now, I'm sorry. I don't know where to put it.