[he stiffens as Suzaku leans down to put arms around him, putting the coffee down quickly, and not -- not really breathing. it makes him feel worse, if anything; that brief moment when he feels more alive, like his skin is extra sensitive everywhere Suzaku is.
[what-- Shirley wanted him to feel, probably.
[he couldn't even tell her. not that he really had the chance.
[I wasn't a very good friend to you, was I? but has he ever been? to anyone?
[--elbowing Suzaku away a little] Cut it out. [putting on a light voice] You smell like chlorine and you're getting ridiculous all over me. I can't take it this early in the morning.