[ haru huffs, reaching up to push souji's hair back from his face, tucking it behind an ear. ] You're not a monster, and you never have been. You just don't have a lot of control when you fight-- that doesn't make you bad. You can't help it. And anyone who's ever told you otherwise needs to be kicked off a mountain.

[ he hesitates, glancing at the alcohol, then to his stove, then back to souji again. ]

This is just making you more miserable. I know it's not really the season for it anymore, but how about I make you a hot chocolate with a lot of marshmallows? [ in his experience, chocolate is kind of comforting all on its own. and souji looks like he could use all the comfort haru can give him. --he gets it.. in a way. haru's missing over half his swords and all four of his siblings. he can't help but think he's a bad person sometimes for occasionally enjoying himself here, away from the war and the organization's responsibilities. but.. he has to keep telling himself that there's nothing he can do about it right now, and there's no reason to just go around unhappy all the time.

though he's really, really glad that there are no other harus around. ]