[She's not left to open the door after guesswork this time. There's a creak from the bed, then a loud squelching protest from that stupid floorboard...
And the door opens on its own without much further prompting.
Tetsuo looks about as disheveled as usual, though he's got on a different shirt than earlier at least. He stares blankly at her for half a second before holding out his hand for it. He'll make an exception from lying listlessly on the bed for this; knowing this matters too much.]
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And the door opens on its own without much further prompting.
Tetsuo looks about as disheveled as usual, though he's got on a different shirt than earlier at least. He stares blankly at her for half a second before holding out his hand for it. He'll make an exception from lying listlessly on the bed for this; knowing this matters too much.]
Give it here...