When Toru stumbled, Kouchisei moved quickly and went to help his friend off the hooks. That wasn't something he'd expected he would be doing. He'd been distracted briefly; it wasn't the best thing in the world to be worrying about the house over helping somebody off the floor.
The realisation Toru had already lifted himself made him pause. His eyes moved to the metal rail; he sighed and checked it. Well, at least Toru wasn't breaking anything. Not yet.
About to enquire on Toru's health, he brought himself to a stop when asked where to go. Normally, he'd just spend time in the front room. Except Toru might feel self-conscious, he thought.
"Go to my room?" He wanted to make sure it was Toru's decision.
He'd seen the look on Toru's face when they'd come inside. It was like this house was alien and strange, and for as much as they were friends he knew they were two different people. He was sure his room would come over as strange, too. For all that it looked clean and normal, with furniture and decoration that matched the antiquity of his home, and objects that differed from what he knew Toru enjoyed. Medical textbooks, poetry, and he doubted Toru had the patience to prune flora.