[He hears the sounds of Lion's feet against the tile of the kitchen floor, and is about to turn around when he realizes how weak crying makes him look. Crying wouldn't make him stronger.
He scrubs at his eyes with the back of his arm, not turning around.]
Ah. Um...dinner's almost ready. Y-You should go wash your hands.
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He scrubs at his eyes with the back of his arm, not turning around.]
Ah. Um...dinner's almost ready. Y-You should go wash your hands.
[Or something. He wasn't crying!!]