[ Asougi turns and gives him a long look, glancing from the tea to Naruhodou himself. His brows furrow briefly. The last thing he wanted to do was talk about this— or any of this, for that matter. But someone has to shake him out of his stupor, and that usually falls on his shoulders; today is no different, even if he did "die" on this day however long ago.

He takes the tea, speaking firmly as he does so. ]

So. You can stare at the injury that took my memory and nearly my life as well, but you can't even look your best friend in the eye?