When - for the third time that day - Gengyo reached for his cup only to find that there was no hand to grasp it, he sighed deeply and gave up on that endeavour entirely, choosing to stare childishly at his steaming cup instead.
Matsudaira moved forward with his hand, about to push it across the table. "What are you doing?" Gengyo asked, an eyebrow raised.
"…Pushing your tea closer to you, my Lord," Matsudaira replied. It was only them in Gengyo's chamber, sitting with their legs crossed at the low table.
"Do you think me incapable of doing that?" Gengyo asked.
"No my Lord… I just thought that…" Matsudaira stumbled on his words and withdrew his hand, looking truly regretful. For such a dangerous general, he was an awfully sensitive man, and immediately, Gengyo felt guilty.
