[ Lelouch just keeps staring at him. A beat passes, he bites his lip, then -- picks up the rest of the glass and takes it to the trash. The delay doesn't help him think of anything to say, though, and when he comes back to Suzaku he feels every bit as... as useless.
It's that horrible moment after Mao all over again, and he's doing no better this time.
But the cuts catch his eyes, and Lelouch seizes on them. ]
--Your hands. [ Softly, ] Let me.
[ It still feels dangerously vulnerable, because it's also not the moment after Mao; they've hurt each other so much more since then. But he can't say nothing, he can't be useless. ]