[Hanzo comes out some time later having thoroughly washed himself, his hair, brushed his teeth, and donned his robe for the remainder of the night. At least while he was in there he had enough time to clear his mind, organize his thoughts, and sober up a bit. His hair was towel-dried and damp, but not enough to drip on the floor or do anything more than make his pillow cold if he attempted to sleep just like that.
He takes a seat on the edge of his bed, looking at Genji secure the mask in place, missing the view of his brother's face beneath. Part of him is afraid to see it. He knows the state he left Genji in that day--it haunted his dreams regularly enough that he couldn't forget if he wanted.]
I must admit. I am at a loss of what to say.
[But eventually he takes a breath, looks over to his brother and speaks.]
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He takes a seat on the edge of his bed, looking at Genji secure the mask in place, missing the view of his brother's face beneath. Part of him is afraid to see it. He knows the state he left Genji in that day--it haunted his dreams regularly enough that he couldn't forget if he wanted.]
I must admit. I am at a loss of what to say.
[But eventually he takes a breath, looks over to his brother and speaks.]
I will make some tea. Would you like some?