[ It's Mako's own party but being that social for that long, especially fresh off this bout of what turned out to be corruption. Mako feels sort of brittle still, a little tentative, like saying the wrong thing will knock him right back down into the flames.
So, after the whole night, he is hiding a little bit, tucked away in a corner while Wu entertains a few of their remaining guests with his hands curled around a hot cup of tea. He straightens up just a little when he sees Shiro, something in his shoulders going tight. The last month was... hard, and weird, and Mako definitely owes Shiro an apology, no matter how much that smarts. He swallows, waving him over. ]
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So, after the whole night, he is hiding a little bit, tucked away in a corner while Wu entertains a few of their remaining guests with his hands curled around a hot cup of tea. He straightens up just a little when he sees Shiro, something in his shoulders going tight. The last month was... hard, and weird, and Mako definitely owes Shiro an apology, no matter how much that smarts. He swallows, waving him over. ]
Shiro. Hey. You get enough food?