Lye delicately lays his knife and fork on his tray. “Didn’t you sleep well?”
Shou grunts and continues to stare at his cold, untouched eggs.
When Lye reaches for his tray, Shou jerks back with a shout, arms flailing, knocking both trays to the ground.
Lye raises his hands and steps back, his eyebrows knit together in concern. “I’m only clearing breakfast away. I’m not going to hurt you.”
Shou winces and looks away.
Lye stoops to collect the spilled food and trays. “Don’t worry about it. Happens all the time.”