It had been awhile since he'd last been in his room. Ritsuka wandered in and sat down at his desk, feeling rather awkward suddenly. He hadn't seen Tamaki in a few days (or however long it had been), and they had things they needed to talk about. He had no idea what news it was that Tamaki had, but apparently in his absence, their room had become some sort of clinic.

Ritsuka picked at his food, avoiding the corn and green beans for the gravy of the pot pie. He wondered how quickly the room would fill up tonight. He knew Hikaru and Haruhi were probably coming, but other than that he had no clue.