[ Also, this time Lelouch isn't just peering into cupboards and the like. He's donned an apron, and he's making breakfast. ] [ But he, too, feels the smallest frisson of awareness, of deja vu, before Suzaku's tone -- and expression -- register. And then Lelouch relaxes, just a hair. ]
Good morning.
[ --Before tensing again slightly, because this time he's not six different shades of too numb to notice that you are sort of shiny with sweat in a not-so-unappealing away. Eyes back on the stove! ]
...Were there no exercise shirts in your closet this morning? [ T, trying to make it sound like a joke. Because this isn't like hiking up a skirt, people exercise without shirts on all the time, he's vaguely aware. ] [ Also, they're obviously all at the mercy of their closets here, or he wouldn't be wearing this shapeless, sort of slinky top. ]