[ The look he's suddenly set with freezes Aoba in place just outside the kitchen. Not just the look, but the utter frustration surrounding it holds him still. Makes him crack a smile, (better than the grimace that almost took it's place) and a small nervous chuckle escapes him. ]
Heh, yeah... I think I was out a while.
[ That much was obvious once he'd checked the time and date, though he's still unaware of the true nature of his prolonged sleep. The state of Bearings also spoke to how long he'd been out. Long enough for the tall stack of cups Hux set aside to accumulate, anyway. ]
Are you the only one here, General...?
[ Another obvious statement made from rising nerves, followed by one more- ]
Er... do you want... ?
[ He doesn't bother to finish the question. The figurative stormcloud of frustration hanging over the general's head is also creeping over Aoba's. Of course he wants help. ]
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Heh, yeah... I think I was out a while.
[ That much was obvious once he'd checked the time and date, though he's still unaware of the true nature of his prolonged sleep. The state of Bearings also spoke to how long he'd been out. Long enough for the tall stack of cups Hux set aside to accumulate, anyway. ]
Are you the only one here, General...?
[ Another obvious statement made from rising nerves, followed by one more- ]
Er... do you want... ?
[ He doesn't bother to finish the question. The figurative stormcloud of frustration hanging over the general's head is also creeping over Aoba's. Of course he wants help. ]