[ Ah, they don't take the food. He withdraws his hand and glumly regards the colorful sweets in his hand.
He feels like he's ruined something here, but he isn't sure what.
For a moment, he looks to Mishka with sympathy, worry, care for someone dear to him who is not in the best circumstances, he knows. But he feels as though whatever he says will not make things better. ]
...All right. [ He forces a little smile as he looks between them. ] Don't let me keep you, then.
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He feels like he's ruined something here, but he isn't sure what.
For a moment, he looks to Mishka with sympathy, worry, care for someone dear to him who is not in the best circumstances, he knows. But he feels as though whatever he says will not make things better. ]
...All right. [ He forces a little smile as he looks between them. ] Don't let me keep you, then.