[She is staring, isn't she? But she can't help it. The last time she'd seen him, it had been with the knowledge that she might never hear his voice again; that they all had to keep fighting, keep living because they could never face Shinjiro again if he knew that they'd given up.
Her eyes don't well up with tears, but emotion wells up in her chest and makes it hard to breathe for a few long seconds. Of course Shinjiro would be in a place like this, if only because he thinks himself guilty of so much more than he should. At least he's here, walking around on his own, breathing on his own, living on his own.
The bubble of emotion in her chest pops into relieved laughter as she tilts her head and smiles up at him.]
I'm just happy to see you. Can we talk somewhere?
[Sure, she didn't answer his question, but also, shouldn't they go somewhere more comfortable first? And while she might have phrased her request as a question, the determined set to her eyes is proof enough that she won't take no for an answer.]
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Her eyes don't well up with tears, but emotion wells up in her chest and makes it hard to breathe for a few long seconds. Of course Shinjiro would be in a place like this, if only because he thinks himself guilty of so much more than he should. At least he's here, walking around on his own, breathing on his own, living on his own.
The bubble of emotion in her chest pops into relieved laughter as she tilts her head and smiles up at him.]
I'm just happy to see you. Can we talk somewhere?
[Sure, she didn't answer his question, but also, shouldn't they go somewhere more comfortable first? And while she might have phrased her request as a question, the determined set to her eyes is proof enough that she won't take no for an answer.]