Miku looked up him from her pieces of felt and tried to smile. It looked more a grimace, but she'd at least tried. It was too soon to smile, she knew, it would be like totally ignoring the fact Sousuke had been alive at all. "Hello, Peter-san," she greeted. "Do you want to sit?" She wasn't sure if it would be better or worse for her, really, but maybe she could do without listening to the voice in her head that blamed her for all of this.

Her fingers moved constantly; cutting felt, measuring it, and hoping it didn't look too ridiculous.