[Thank goodness for small mercies, he won't have to be eyelevel with Mahiro's junk anymore. Some things just weren't necessary ok.
Ayumu doesn't want to strip, he wants to go back to his room and pass out in peace-- but it would probably help a little to at least unbutton his shirt, which he does with fingers that feel a little weak at the moment. He's not sure if it helps or not, but when Mahiro returns he takes the towel gratefully, pressing it to his face with a groan as he leans his head back against the wall.
His head is pounding, but the coolness helps.]
Sorry... I didn't expect that.
[He actually sounds contrite, embarrassed even, though grumpily so.]
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Ayumu doesn't want to strip, he wants to go back to his room and pass out in peace-- but it would probably help a little to at least unbutton his shirt, which he does with fingers that feel a little weak at the moment. He's not sure if it helps or not, but when Mahiro returns he takes the towel gratefully, pressing it to his face with a groan as he leans his head back against the wall.
His head is pounding, but the coolness helps.]
Sorry... I didn't expect that.
[He actually sounds contrite, embarrassed even, though grumpily so.]