[If he keeps holding the coffee while his hands are shaking like this, he's going to spill all Lunafreya's hard work on the floor. He takes a deep breath and moves to set the coffee down, then picks up a length of bright fabric, blue on one side, red on the other.
He throws it around his shoulders and pulls it tightly around himself.]
See? I... she thought I looked cold, and I... I never. Had a chance to give it back to her.
[...
He sits on the edge of his bed, letting a shuddering breath out, hanging his head as he clings to the feeble comfort of Lucina's cape.
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[If he keeps holding the coffee while his hands are shaking like this, he's going to spill all Lunafreya's hard work on the floor. He takes a deep breath and moves to set the coffee down, then picks up a length of bright fabric, blue on one side, red on the other.
He throws it around his shoulders and pulls it tightly around himself.]
See? I... she thought I looked cold, and I... I never. Had a chance to give it back to her.
[...
He sits on the edge of his bed, letting a shuddering breath out, hanging his head as he clings to the feeble comfort of Lucina's cape.
He never had a chance for a lot of things.]