[In her lost moment of indecision, she is beyond grateful that he decides something. Anything. As he led her along, she tried to keep herself calm. She didn't even know what she was so upset about anymore. There were just so many emotions welled up inside of her that there was no way for her to process it anymore.
He leads her into the living quarters. She notes that funnily enough, his room is in the exact same position as hers in her sister school. It's not a comfort, simply a fact.
She could almost predict what he was going to say. That itself was almost funny to her. She lets out a strained and broken laugh, tears still threatening to fall. She might have even been bruising his wrist but she didn't want to let go. Her laughter was almost unhinged. As logical a response as tears would be to the cacophony of emotions within her. She was ecstatic to see him again. That little bit of joy managed to leak out, but not untainted.]
Mamoru...God I want to say that I'm fine, but the last thing you deserve is me lying for the sake of your feelings.
[her words come out rushed and jumbled. The first real sentence she's said to him and she hardly even knows what she said. She wants to meet his eyes, but instead looks down at her hand still clamped around his wrist. It's like an infant's grip and she seems to have lost the ability to control her hand.]
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He leads her into the living quarters. She notes that funnily enough, his room is in the exact same position as hers in her sister school.
It's not a comfort, simply a fact.
She could almost predict what he was going to say. That itself was almost funny to her.
She lets out a strained and broken laugh, tears still threatening to fall. She might have even been bruising his wrist but she didn't want to let go.
Her laughter was almost unhinged. As logical a response as tears would be to the cacophony of emotions within her. She was ecstatic to see him again. That little bit of joy managed to leak out, but not untainted.]
Mamoru...God I want to say that I'm fine, but the last thing you deserve is me lying for the sake of your feelings.
[her words come out rushed and jumbled. The first real sentence she's said to him and she hardly even knows what she said. She wants to meet his eyes, but instead looks down at her hand still clamped around his wrist. It's like an infant's grip and she seems to have lost the ability to control her hand.]
I...I'm just...really glad that you're alive...
[She managed to whisper,]