[Truthfully, she would much rather Ren come to her than be alone. So she is proud of him for that much.
She frowns a little.]
She disappeared just a few days ago, I haven't...seen her. I am frankly afraid of what this means.
[She doesn't want to think about it, if anything...please let Makoto be the one to make it home and tell everyone else that they are okay.]
Hmm? Back...then?
[Haru thinks about that moment exactly the same as Ren does, she sighs. To be rejected so thoroughly, but ever so kindly. How could she ever hold a grudge?]
Of course you did. But I was able to mend on my own time, and I didn't lose you as a friend. So that was all that mattered to me in the end.
It means... maybe we should be hopeful. If there's a way home I want us to find it, even if it means we're a little lonelier for it here.
[ Unwilling to move otherwise, Ren's eyebrows furrow again and he reaches the short distance across her lap to take her free hand, fingers running warmly over her delicate wrist, knuckles, linking together after. Some small comfort he hopes to return for what she's giving him as well as apology for a wound that's longer in the past for him than it is for her. ]
M'sorry. I sorta had an idea that that might've been what was happening, but I didn't want to...
Wow, I didn't think it'd suck this much.
[ The sniff that follows is the kind that definitely comes after the worst has passed, clearing out as best he can while the sinus pressure pushes up into his forehead. Fucking awful, gross, cleansing. ]
Is that what I should do now? It worked out pretty well for you - I mean, I'm open to suggestions, but I don't know how to stop... feeling like this. For him.
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She frowns a little.]
She disappeared just a few days ago, I haven't...seen her. I am frankly afraid of what this means.
[She doesn't want to think about it, if anything...please let Makoto be the one to make it home and tell everyone else that they are okay.]
Hmm? Back...then?
[Haru thinks about that moment exactly the same as Ren does, she sighs. To be rejected so thoroughly, but ever so kindly. How could she ever hold a grudge?]
Of course you did. But I was able to mend on my own time, and I didn't lose you as a friend. So that was all that mattered to me in the end.
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[ Unwilling to move otherwise, Ren's eyebrows furrow again and he reaches the short distance across her lap to take her free hand, fingers running warmly over her delicate wrist, knuckles, linking together after. Some small comfort he hopes to return for what she's giving him as well as apology for a wound that's longer in the past for him than it is for her. ]
M'sorry. I sorta had an idea that that might've been what was happening, but I didn't want to...
Wow, I didn't think it'd suck this much.
[ The sniff that follows is the kind that definitely comes after the worst has passed, clearing out as best he can while the sinus pressure pushes up into his forehead. Fucking awful, gross, cleansing. ]
Is that what I should do now? It worked out pretty well for you - I mean, I'm open to suggestions, but I don't know how to stop... feeling like this. For him.