[ He doesn't like the quiet, and Mine isn't breaking it. ]
No one else is coming in, are they?
[ Nishikiyama doesn't know if there are caterers, hotel workers, or otherwise scheduled to come in and bring them each course of an expensive meal. As he waits for the other's answer to fill the space, he sees Mine's fingers sinking into a tight gap beneath his tie. How strange to see that button undoneβ even in his own home, he'd hardly loosened up in Nishikiyama's presence. ]
We don't have a lot of time.
[ It's only a lunch, he remembers. The amber lighting of the suite makes it easy to forget and think it's night. After their earlier conversation, Nishikiyama finds that he isn't hungry. Not for food. ]
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No one else is coming in, are they?
[ Nishikiyama doesn't know if there are caterers, hotel workers, or otherwise scheduled to come in and bring them each course of an expensive meal. As he waits for the other's answer to fill the space, he sees Mine's fingers sinking into a tight gap beneath his tie. How strange to see that button undoneβ even in his own home, he'd hardly loosened up in Nishikiyama's presence. ]
We don't have a lot of time.
[ It's only a lunch, he remembers. The amber lighting of the suite makes it easy to forget and think it's night. After their earlier conversation, Nishikiyama finds that he isn't hungry. Not for food. ]