( He remains slumped against Maiya for a moment more, taking in her words and even his son's bluster. He's at least able to string his thoughts a little more coherently, now, pulling himself away from Maiya, and carefully considering how to explain this discrepancy. )
I go on to adopt a son after the Grail War. ( He explains, plainly, as if aforementioned son hadn't walked in their tête-à-tête. ) I'm sorry, I didn't think to mention it.
( And, like that, he's sitting upright now, drawing himself towards the edge of the bed and fumbling for Maiya's shirt on the floor, thinking it easier to focus on getting Maiya covered up than himself. )
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I go on to adopt a son after the Grail War. ( He explains, plainly, as if aforementioned son hadn't walked in their tête-à-tête. ) I'm sorry, I didn't think to mention it.
( And, like that, he's sitting upright now, drawing himself towards the edge of the bed and fumbling for Maiya's shirt on the floor, thinking it easier to focus on getting Maiya covered up than himself. )