[He'd expected to show up within a half an hour, but actually it's closer to fifty minutes when he sidles into Ciel's hospital room, rosy-cheeked. His hands are white with cold; he's not wearing his mittens. They're tied to his coat and dangle merrily at his side. He's wearing a larger, thicker muffler than he usually chooses, and his coat is less flattering than usual, too. He sacrifices a lot for Ciel, you know.]
I'm here, I'm here, [he says, breathy, shuffling inside with an armful of white roses. He shuts the door behind himself.]
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I'm here, I'm here, [he says, breathy, shuffling inside with an armful of white roses. He shuts the door behind himself.]