*Yuya glanced out of the window idly for a moment, as Yuto took a drink from the cappuccino he had gotten himself.
As he placed the cup down, Yuya's eyes wandered over to the hand Yuto wasn't using, that was resting on the table. It was his right hand that he injured in his encounter with Wintyr.
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*Yuya glanced out of the window idly for a moment, as Yuto took a drink from the cappuccino he had gotten himself.
As he placed the cup down, Yuya's eyes wandered over to the hand Yuto wasn't using, that was resting on the table. It was his right hand that he injured in his encounter with Wintyr.
This gave Yuya a way to break the silence.*
How's your hand?