[ Haru unzips her coat, hanging it away in the closet. It's strange to her how she goes about this like she isn't essentially a stranger in this house now that Akira's gone. The last time she had stepped foot had gone awry. There's a pang of guilt she feels the closer she gets to the kitchen, moving about a bit more cautiously now.
As she emerges, her hands are pressed to her chest, her usual indication of apprehension. ]
There you are. [ A beat. ] Hello. Are you making coffee?
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As she emerges, her hands are pressed to her chest, her usual indication of apprehension. ]
There you are. [ A beat. ] Hello. Are you making coffee?