[There's no verbal response, not at first, just a quiet sob and then a sniffle. There's a pause, and then Micchy calls out in a hoarse voice.]
Come in.
[He's changed into his nightclothes, and curled up on his bed clutching a pillow. He needs to pull himself together, but he can't help it. His hair is mussed and his cheeks are wet, and he doesn't look up at Takatora.]
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Come in.
[He's changed into his nightclothes, and curled up on his bed clutching a pillow. He needs to pull himself together, but he can't help it. His hair is mussed and his cheeks are wet, and he doesn't look up at Takatora.]