[Eichi can only manage a short nod before he hunches over the table, half-empty tea cup pushed aside so that he can fold his arms there. It's not comfortable, Eichi keeps trying to shift to prevent the blood draining from his face, but stubbornly, he'll try to stand at one point. Hopefully it's late enough that Dodger might be back in time to catch him before he collapses to the floor. If not, he'll still be there surrounded by a couple of concerned strangers by the time he gets back.]
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