[ wataru idles between letting him cough or doing— something, and the, smile on his face is slightly more awkward when miai's able to get himself back in control. he waits a few more moments to make certain of it, then pushes the bar forward and unclicks both of them from the seat. ]

Monsieur, if you were at risk of hacking up a lung, you should have made mention of it before we got on. [ slightly chiding, but not overly so; he isn't going to scold someone he barely knows. ah but, hm, tori hadn't mentioned anything about this either, admittedly ... ] ...Are you alright now?