[surprise crosses Lelouch's face, before he schools his expression into something that wouldn't give anything away. he can look surprised, of course... but he can't act as if he knows what he's talking about until he knows exactly what's happening.
he remembers that memory. yelling so loudly at Rolo, tossing the phone...
he blinks, forcing it back as he puts the hand that was on his little brother's forehead on his shoulder.]
Now I know you're not feeling well. Why would you think I hate you?
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he remembers that memory. yelling so loudly at Rolo, tossing the phone...
he blinks, forcing it back as he puts the hand that was on his little brother's forehead on his shoulder.]
Now I know you're not feeling well. Why would you think I hate you?