[His eyes drift down to Ryou's hand, a smile crossing his face a little as his own closes over it. After a moment, he lets go, picking up Ryou and taking his seat, resting the boy in his lap.]
You look tired. [A hand moves up to brush aside his hair a little.] What was it that was bothering you?
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You look tired. [A hand moves up to brush aside his hair a little.] What was it that was bothering you?