"Oh, uh, sorry. I figured you probably got held up so I was just going to... go," it's maybe a little more pathetic than he wanted to be, but he's pretty pathetic right now and wanting doesn't change that. His face lights up at the slice of cake, though.
He doesn't deserve katsudon, but there's no rule about cake. And, honestly, he's not even sure he wants to ever get on the ice again, so... what's a little indulgence, right? It's not like it matters if he gets fat.
He takes the chocolate piece, with a smile that doesn't really quite reach his eyes but seems genuine enough,
"Thank you very much for bringing it to me," it's overly formal, there's almost a little bow, but he sits down with the cake, doesn't seem like the formality is hiding him not wanting it, "But... don't you need to get back?" he manages a more tender smile, it sits better on his face, "You're the man of the hour, after all."
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He doesn't deserve katsudon, but there's no rule about cake. And, honestly, he's not even sure he wants to ever get on the ice again, so... what's a little indulgence, right? It's not like it matters if he gets fat.
He takes the chocolate piece, with a smile that doesn't really quite reach his eyes but seems genuine enough,
"Thank you very much for bringing it to me," it's overly formal, there's almost a little bow, but he sits down with the cake, doesn't seem like the formality is hiding him not wanting it, "But... don't you need to get back?" he manages a more tender smile, it sits better on his face, "You're the man of the hour, after all."