Tear, no, why? :'-(
[ Hei is no less tightly wound, careful to move with practiced, almost route emotion as he quietly shuffled fresh laundry from dryer to his bin. Moving it down the line, he stopped at Tear's station and murmured an apology. ]
Another load. Would you care to have me return the last?
[ he tried to smile, but the mask is strained, brittle. He knew Tear had never liked Saya. He must try to stay calm, for her. Tear was all he had left. ]