For a second, his gaze met that old man's, but he immediately looked down, overwhelmed by a horrible urge to vomit. He clenched his fist tightly, trying to swallow that stupid need to be pathetic.
"Mitsuki Kirishima…?" the old man murmured, surprised. He extended his hand, offering help. "Don't stay lying on the ground; let me help you."
Mitsuki shook his head, getting up on his own. He held his abdomen in pain and said, "It's not necessary. I'm fine… I'm just… really tired."
He tried to leave, even though it was the first time in days he had run into Aslan. However, the old man placed a hand on his shoulder, stopping him in his tracks.
"You don't look well. I'll take you somewhere you can breathe and calm down. I also have breakfast, so I wouldn't mind the company of a young soul at such an important part of the morning."
