The only response that remark gets is a heavy, annoyed sigh. But she kneels at the table, unscrews the top off one of the thermoses, and begins to carefully pour tea for them both. It's not good tea — not like any tea Anthy knew how to make — but it was passable enough, and soothing to the throat.

She focuses on this process as she tries to make sense of what Nanami was saying. What had happened? "You don't think he cares about you?" She can't even fathom it. "C'mon. He's a jerk sometimes, but isn't that a little dramatic?"

There was something wrong with this. "Did something happen? You've barely mentioned him at all."