[Usually, Steven wouldn't make tea however he likes without asking first. He prepares it with a dash of (soy) milk, but he knows that's not everyone's... cup of tea. Still, if Ryou trusts his judgment, that's what he'll get.]
Alright... One minute.
[He retreats into the kitchen, not at all bothered by Ryou's demeanor. This is what he signed up for, and if anything, he's worried about the young man. True to his word, about a minute or two later, he returns with two steaming mugs. One of them is set down in front of Ryou on a coaster.]
Are you feeling okay? D'you want a blanket to huddle up under, maybe? [He's still very aware of those shorts.]
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Alright... One minute.
[He retreats into the kitchen, not at all bothered by Ryou's demeanor. This is what he signed up for, and if anything, he's worried about the young man. True to his word, about a minute or two later, he returns with two steaming mugs. One of them is set down in front of Ryou on a coaster.]
Are you feeling okay? D'you want a blanket to huddle up under, maybe? [He's still very aware of those shorts.]