Near is in the kitchen, trying to go about his normal routine. Except his hands are shaking so hard that he can't get the tea to pour into the cup. There's hot water all over the counter.

*The best part about having helped A find a room is knowing where to find him, and being able to go up to his door and knock. Like Near is now.

Not that he's admitting he missed him or anything, but it feels like they haven't talked in a long time.*

*This is sometime before the future fallout. Near ushers A into the much-shared room, still holding his teacup.*

Alright.