[He lets Dohalim hold on to him as long as he needs to, drawing his own comfort from the contact though he does not think to pull the conversation in the way of his own concerns about the fragility of their positions in Nippon.
Red Wine shakes his head with a faint smile at the question and sits down, leaning his weight on one elbow planted on top of the table.]
Just the tea, but don't let me stop you if you want to eat something.
[in all honesty, Dohalim isn't sure he can stomach anything right now, especially with his anxiety flip flopping his stomach about. he shakes his head gently, before taking his own seat. he busies himself for a moment as he checks the pot to see if the tea has indeed finished steeping, before pulling out the mesh with the tea leaves and setting them aside. as he serves the tea, his leg brushes up against Red Wine's, not in a teasing manner, but just so he has even just a little bit of that contact that he so desperately needs, right now]
Here you go.
[Dohalim's voice is soft as he slides the teacup over, porcelain gently scraping along the grain of the wood cutting through the silence of the kitchen. picking up his own cup, he takes a small sip, his other hand outstretched slightly in the Food Soul's direction in case he wants to take his hand. in all honesty, Dohalim hopes that Red Wine does]
[Dohalim would be able to easily recognise the careful way in which Red Wine is studying him. Like he's trying to figure something out. It's a look he often gives the man when he's in emotional slumps like this one.
Red Wine, while far more emotionally aware than Steak, doesn't always know the right thing to say. However, he does more often know the right thing to do and when Dohalim reaches his hand out, though only slightly, he will find it immediately taken up and gently squeezed.]
Mm... And if I ask you to stay the night? I feel like that would be a little too much to ask for.
[especially when it's so impromptu. if it were a planned night, Dohalim wouldn't feel so bad, but he would hate to keep Red Wine here overnight when he should be at his own home to begin with. not that he isn't grateful for the company.
Dohalim sighs softly at the warmth around his hand, ignoring the gaze the man is giving him]
However, I would like it. I would like it if you stayed.
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Red Wine shakes his head with a faint smile at the question and sits down, leaning his weight on one elbow planted on top of the table.]
Just the tea, but don't let me stop you if you want to eat something.
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Here you go.
[Dohalim's voice is soft as he slides the teacup over, porcelain gently scraping along the grain of the wood cutting through the silence of the kitchen. picking up his own cup, he takes a small sip, his other hand outstretched slightly in the Food Soul's direction in case he wants to take his hand. in all honesty, Dohalim hopes that Red Wine does]
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Red Wine, while far more emotionally aware than Steak, doesn't always know the right thing to say. However, he does more often know the right thing to do and when Dohalim reaches his hand out, though only slightly, he will find it immediately taken up and gently squeezed.]
I'll stay here as long as you need, all right?
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[especially when it's so impromptu. if it were a planned night, Dohalim wouldn't feel so bad, but he would hate to keep Red Wine here overnight when he should be at his own home to begin with. not that he isn't grateful for the company.
Dohalim sighs softly at the warmth around his hand, ignoring the gaze the man is giving him]
However, I would like it. I would like it if you stayed.