[As it happens, Jason is in the hotel kitchen when Yuna comes in. He's not faring any better than her, honestly. It feels like something has lodged itself in his throat for good, and he's just about ready to pass out from how drained he is — but thoughts of tomorrow's execution keep him awake. It's unavoidable now.
He glances at her as she starts looking, a couple of ingredients set up on the counter.]
... Hey, Yuna. [He's so tired.] Do you need help finding anything?
[He's spent enough time in the kitchen to know where most stuff is, at least.]
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He glances at her as she starts looking, a couple of ingredients set up on the counter.]
... Hey, Yuna. [He's so tired.] Do you need help finding anything?
[He's spent enough time in the kitchen to know where most stuff is, at least.]