[If Chuuya had waited to get rid of those layers until Dazai had gone, it would have been fine. Dazai wouldn't have seen the way he trembles, and could have left without issue. Now, he's seeing it, and the way Chuuya's body rests limply near the pillow but not on it, and Dazai stares with an almost disgusted look on his face. More towards himself, but absolutely towards Chuuya, too.
Wordlessly, he turns to head towards the bedroom door.]
You at least have tea in this shitty, overpriced apartment, don't you?
[He's not going to say he's making it for Chuuya's sake. It's a good day for tea, that's all, and since Dazai had to come all the way here, he might as well make himself at home. At least for a bit, long enough to make a cup of tea--or a pot of it. For himself. And if there's extra, then whatever. Chuuya can help himself to Dazai's leftovers.]
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Wordlessly, he turns to head towards the bedroom door.]
You at least have tea in this shitty, overpriced apartment, don't you?
[He's not going to say he's making it for Chuuya's sake. It's a good day for tea, that's all, and since Dazai had to come all the way here, he might as well make himself at home. At least for a bit, long enough to make a cup of tea--or a pot of it. For himself. And if there's extra, then whatever. Chuuya can help himself to Dazai's leftovers.]