"Oh," Shotaro says, and shifts to glance at his watch. He double-takes: somewhere along the line, he's lost track of time. He twists in his chair, halfway to watch Terui brew coffee, halfway to try and drag himself back to the typewriter at his fingertips, but it's not working, so he pushes himself up to his feet and collects his mug one-handed.

He swings around the desk to lower the mug into the sink one-handed and empty it out. After a moment of thought, he runs the faucet to rinse it out. Then he leans back against the counter, looking down at the mug in his hands. "You ever wonder--" he cuts off.

"You ever wonder if this is all a bad dream?" he asks, after a moment of the most seriously awkward silence ever.