[Maybe there's a part of her that's expected it. When he takes her into that hug, short-lived and fleeting though it may be, she feels the same warmth all the way down to her core. She has thought about that hug for a very long time. Wanting to greet him when he came back. If she'd been given that opportunity to. Instead, what she got was a 'greeting' of a different kind.
A sombre understanding of reality and just how cruel it could be. How she could not let everything he'd been to her stand for nothing.
As quickly as it's there, however, it's gone just as quickly. She doesn't have the time to utter more than a minutely surprised 'oh—' and little else. But he reaches back down for the crate and with a little pink flush in her features, Aerith's smile turns soft. Not quite sheepish, but perhaps something akin to.]
Gosh, that was nice.
[Because it was. They've both probably been overdue. She doubts either of them ever expected to see the other.]
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A sombre understanding of reality and just how cruel it could be. How she could not let everything he'd been to her stand for nothing.
As quickly as it's there, however, it's gone just as quickly. She doesn't have the time to utter more than a minutely surprised 'oh—' and little else. But he reaches back down for the crate and with a little pink flush in her features, Aerith's smile turns soft. Not quite sheepish, but perhaps something akin to.]
Gosh, that was nice.
[Because it was. They've both probably been overdue. She doubts either of them ever expected to see the other.]
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