[He lingers by the door for another moment, eventually pushing off of it and coming over to look at the pastries. He sniffles, reaching up to wipe his nose on the back of his sleeve.]
[For now, he ignores the question of painful memories. That can wait until they're sitting down with comfort food, right? He turns his attention to the person working behind the counter.] What kinds of tea do you have? [What did his mother do for him when he had colds? Tea and soup and lots of sleep, right? He could probably handle doing that.]
[After getting a list of every tea one could think of, he settles on a blueberry green tea, waiting for it to come as he peers over Otonashi's shoulder at the coffee cakes.]
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[For now, he ignores the question of painful memories. That can wait until they're sitting down with comfort food, right? He turns his attention to the person working behind the counter.] What kinds of tea do you have? [What did his mother do for him when he had colds? Tea and soup and lots of sleep, right? He could probably handle doing that.]
[After getting a list of every tea one could think of, he settles on a blueberry green tea, waiting for it to come as he peers over Otonashi's shoulder at the coffee cakes.]