Right, I-- [i'm sorry. instead, he chooses to bite his tongue and continue, eyes slanting towards her hand as it flickers in and out of view.] --right... If it wouldn't be any trouble, I'd appreciate it.

[suddenly - or not so suddenly, this an every day feeling - he feels like he's been ungrateful for all he's been given. it's a hollow, negative feeling that settles in the pit of his stomach, and before he knows it he's leaning back and regarding milly carefully. 'lunch and dinner,' huh?

how greedy was it to hope for something like that? but if that's what she wants--]

...Our schedule hasn't gotten any lighter, so I don't know about lunch and dinner today, but-- I'll see what I can do through out the week. There have to be holes somewhere, right?

[suzaku could at least try to provide.]