[ He watches him leave, not following after. And Miyuki's hand goes to his own hair then, brushing it back as he shuts his eyes for a moment. Jeez, if that's what shopping with a girlfriend is like, he understands his fellow teammates' grousing about not having time for one even less than before.
But more seriously, he's content with knocking off the malaise that had grown on the boy's mind under his radar. Being a little harsh to those in his charge is quite familiar, sometimes even more than a little. It can be necessary at times to bring them out of whatever mental hole they've dug themselves into. He'd thought he'd scared the younger boy before, but perhaps a bit of firmness is safe. Effective, even.
He goes to exit the closet as Alois is pulling on the second sock, and Miyuki's eyes divert themselves off to the wall as though he'd intended to look there in the first place, continuing to walk as he was. It occurs to him then, and he wishes it didn't, that the boy was not wearing underwear in his regular clothing for some reason. So then...
Miyuki plops down on the end of the bed, facing the monitor wall, as he waffles between asking or not or whether it matters. Because it shouldn't — in both the sense that the outfit looks plenty complete to him! And also, there shouldn't be any weirdness to it.
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But more seriously, he's content with knocking off the malaise that had grown on the boy's mind under his radar. Being a little harsh to those in his charge is quite familiar, sometimes even more than a little. It can be necessary at times to bring them out of whatever mental hole they've dug themselves into. He'd thought he'd scared the younger boy before, but perhaps a bit of firmness is safe. Effective, even.
He goes to exit the closet as Alois is pulling on the second sock, and Miyuki's eyes divert themselves off to the wall as though he'd intended to look there in the first place, continuing to walk as he was. It occurs to him then, and he wishes it didn't, that the boy was not wearing underwear in his regular clothing for some reason. So then...
Miyuki plops down on the end of the bed, facing the monitor wall, as he waffles between asking or not or whether it matters. Because it shouldn't — in both the sense that the outfit looks plenty complete to him! And also, there shouldn't be any weirdness to it.
He leans his hands back on the bed, casually: ]
Are you wearing your shorts under there?