[ Roland stands as well, and takes Tidus's tray in his free hand so he can hold the notebook better. He doesn't mind it. He doesn't mind whatever it is Tidus has to feel because it's part of the process - to breathe, take it all in, reject it, then come back to it all over again. So he smiles like he understands, and maybe he does, as he moves out of the chair and angles himself to the dishwasher. ]

I got this. Maybe I just didn't do chores right last month. Who knows. Heh. Do what you have to do. I'll get my routine going before we hit the platform. [ And he means that in more ways than one. ]

See you around. Happy shopping. [ He nods and that's Tidus's exit, clean and as he needs it. Roland will be cleaning up the plates, maybe nabbing a bite of that torn up muffin. In the back of his mind, he hopes old wounds will no longer reopen for either of them. ]