[ he'll watch hijikata fiddle with the clip accessory for a bit, but decides that he needs some help! gently, he reaches for strands of his hair, combing them out evenly with his fingers, working out the loose knots with gentle prodding — and then he neatly secures the clip in place, pinning up some of his hair up out of his face. ]

This was super expensive, buuuut if I tell you how much it cost me, you'd make me return it — which would make me really sad, so! I'll never tell you.

[ like... if he comes forth and says 2 billion credits... neither he nor hijikata will ever see the hair clip again?

but tsurumaru, too, will follow his gaze, looking towards the desk of paperwork... and then towards the open window. ]

That one's obvious, isn't it? When you're better, you can go outside — but not until then, and if you just worsen your condition by trying to work while I'm not watching, then it'll take even longer.

[ honestly....! how many times has he seen hijikata try to drag himself to his desk... and since tsurumaru's managed to impress even himself with how mature he just sounded, he looks away a bit, his hand pressed against his mouth, because wow.... embarrassing!! ]

Geez, you're making me say something responsible, like an adult... That's really not my style, you know.