but don't let me; (locked to Haruhi)

[seestooclearly]

[and is finishing up in the kitchen, humming to himself as he finishes making the last of the riceballs. That hadn't been so hard, though they looked rather sad, not like proper riceballs, but maybe he'd managed to actually cook something right this time. That would be nice. And then he hears the door open. Oh- was Haruhi home already?]

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[direplans]

[He was...and he was a bit subdued. The smell of something cooking? How many times had he told Kiyoshi on no uncertain terms?! But...he didn't have the heart to yell right now.]

...Okaeri.

[seestooclearly]

[and going to come out of the kitchen after a moment] Oh, hello, Haruhi- [and then going to notice how subdued he is] ...is something wrong?

[direplans]

You needn't be concerned about it, Kiyoshi. [He doesn't really want to talk much about it, to be honest.]

[seestooclearly]

...I won't ask any questions, then. [wishes he could do something to help. But will walk over and gently take hold of Haruhi's sleeve once the older man has his shoes off and tugs him towards the couch.]