[ He coughs, reaching up to wipe at his mouth with his hand at first, since this was a reaction of shock, and Ciel is a frail child, ultimately. At first, when he looks at Oz, his expression is near angry and defiant, as if he's saying how dare you pity me, but it's also quick to soften. He hesitates, but reaches out to grab the handkerchief before bringing it too his mouth with a muffled apology for doubtlessly ruining it.
He's also irritated, because as he remembers how Mahiru had gently scolded both Oz and Ciel yesterday for nearly burning down the kitchen, it mixes with childhood memories of Madame Red in a way that makes the corners of his eyes burn. ]
Dammit...
[ He still looks angry, though, partially out of embarrassment at showing this weak side of himself, but also, of course, at the injustice of what's happened. ]
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He's also irritated, because as he remembers how Mahiru had gently scolded both Oz and Ciel yesterday for nearly burning down the kitchen, it mixes with childhood memories of Madame Red in a way that makes the corners of his eyes burn. ]
Dammit...
[ He still looks angry, though, partially out of embarrassment at showing this weak side of himself, but also, of course, at the injustice of what's happened. ]
How— How can this keep happening?