He had been crying. He was trying to hide it, but Maki could tell. She wasn't the oldest of four siblings for nothing, after all. If she had been anyone else, she would have been sceptical - that the man that sat on the crouch on the opposite side of the room, proud only hours ago, had lost all his shine because of a single mistake. But it was Maki, so she understood. Not because she was the daughter of two doctors, always seeking perfection in her no matter what. Not because she had been there to see him make that mistake. No. It was because she knew, if it had been her, she would be the same.
Smiling an encouraging smile, she didn't let the recognition of his tears show. Instead she made her way over to the coffee machine, turning it on. The churning of the machinery filled the silence of the room, followed by the strong scent of coffee.
Maki turned to look at him. "I could have done the same mistake - don't blame yourself too much," She said softly. It wasn't a sympathetic comment. She knew that he didn't need sympathy, and she wasn't the type to give it, anyway. It was the truth. She believed that she could have made the same mistake. He was the one with the confident to save people's lives, not her. There would have been a higher chance of her to make such a mistake.