Suddenly he kind of wished the floor would open and swallow him up. Oh. Onions. He hadn't considered onions. Of course, if he had simply looked around the kitchen he would have seen the cutting board and the knife and the three remaining vegetables on the counter.
Cough.
He cleared his throat and his hand flew to the back of his neck, ears flaring red with embarrassment.
"Well coming from you I figured tears had to be a big deal, okay?" he grumbled, pointedly looking everywhere but Riku's face and then snatching the bag from the counter again, mostly to have something to do with his hands. He stumbled past him into the kitchen and shoved the orange juice into the fridge, then set the four cans of tomato sauce on the counter. "I-I dunno what to do when people cry," he admitted sullenly; "I just get all..."
And then he sort of flailed both arms, because that encompassed the feeling more than words could.
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Suddenly he kind of wished the floor would open and swallow him up. Oh. Onions. He hadn't considered onions. Of course, if he had simply looked around the kitchen he would have seen the cutting board and the knife and the three remaining vegetables on the counter.
Cough.
He cleared his throat and his hand flew to the back of his neck, ears flaring red with embarrassment.
"Well coming from you I figured tears had to be a big deal, okay?" he grumbled, pointedly looking everywhere but Riku's face and then snatching the bag from the counter again, mostly to have something to do with his hands. He stumbled past him into the kitchen and shoved the orange juice into the fridge, then set the four cans of tomato sauce on the counter. "I-I dunno what to do when people cry," he admitted sullenly; "I just get all..."
And then he sort of flailed both arms, because that encompassed the feeling more than words could.