[Manabu doesn't even say it with a particularly malicious tone, and it's really not that far off from the sort of things that Grey has been telling himself, but damned if it doesn't feel like Manabu just socked him in the stomach.]
...Right. Of course not.
[Grey looks away. Shit. This isn't the time or place- he can't even think too hard about why he's upset right now.
He slides off the bed and goes to a low cabinet nearby, out of which he takes a pair of pajamas, sized a bit too big for Manabu and too small for Grey. He sets them on the end of the bed.]
Here. I can't imagine you'll want to stay in that gown. I'll give you some privacy.
[And Grey beats a strategic retreat to the washroom.]
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...Right. Of course not.
[Grey looks away. Shit. This isn't the time or place- he can't even think too hard about why he's upset right now.
He slides off the bed and goes to a low cabinet nearby, out of which he takes a pair of pajamas, sized a bit too big for Manabu and too small for Grey. He sets them on the end of the bed.]
Here. I can't imagine you'll want to stay in that gown. I'll give you some privacy.
[And Grey beats a strategic retreat to the washroom.]