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"Hey, dad."
The older man ignored Takumi, making complicated motions with his hands and the game console. Takumi rubbed the back of his neck- of course he should've expected this. He broke something again, and it was hard to fix it. He at least shouldn't break his dad's concentration.
Lucky for him, his dad was present, or his comfort would have been lost to him. If that was the case, he might as well just go back to bed...
He was about to leave the room when his dad turned around.
"So, son, what happened this time?" the older man finally spoke.
"Mmgh..."
"Come on, you can tell me."
Takumi looked down. He shuffled. "I... got it caught on my foot. And then it slipped..."
"Wow."
The boy made a face away from him. "I didn't notice. Sorry."
Sumino sized up his son. Then he sighed. "You're like a bull in a china shop sometimes, lad. You need to be more aware of where you are, if you're going to avoid more accidents."
"Where... I am?" The words seemed to turn like tiny cogs in Takumi's mind, but they couldn't quite click.
Sumino stared at his son as if he'd grown a second head. "Son… you've been like this since you were little. Wherever you go, you're in a different world from the rest of us."
Takumi squinted, exhaling harshly. What did that even mean? It's not like he was doing this on purpose- why would he want to wreck his own console?
He was doing his best... right?
"Well," Sumino finished with a flourish, "no point in crying over spilt milk. It was tough, but I got it all back in place. It should work properly now."
Takumi didn't even look at him. "Yeah… thanks, dad."
"Don't be so miserable. I did what you wanted, didn't I?"
"I…"
"Okay…" The older man shook his head. "You're welcome. I'd better go catch up with your mother." He tutted under his breath and made to leave.
Takumi stared at the console, and again at his feet. He steadied himself to lift it up - at least it wasn't very heavy - and walked slowly. It felt like it was taking forever just to get back to his room. When he finally did, he set the thing down on the floor, and dropped back into his bed, utterly drained.
He was so lucky, he often didn't notice until something went wrong. But 'luck' was ever out of his hands.