[This touch holds meaning, even if it makes her predictably sad. She feels his words like constricting pressure around her throat, and she forces out a very pathetic murmur:] I'm sure you had more reasons. [More people to stick around for.
Because people don't just stick around for her, and only her, and then cross their arms and not do anything about it. Selfishly, she wishes he were the sort of asshole who didn't care so much and didn't hold himself in check, because then she wouldn't be left with all this want.
Nevertheless, it is what it ease. Not a stalemate, but a scattering of the pieces, game's done, go home. She squeezes his arm, fondly. Perhaps with more kindness than she would've had, without the months of being calmed down by Eudio behind her.]
I think we'll be fine. [After lingering for a bit, she draws her hand away. Looks at some point on his shirt, instead of his face, because two can avoid gazes too.] If you want me to go now...
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Because people don't just stick around for her, and only her, and then cross their arms and not do anything about it. Selfishly, she wishes he were the sort of asshole who didn't care so much and didn't hold himself in check, because then she wouldn't be left with all this want.
Nevertheless, it is what it ease. Not a stalemate, but a scattering of the pieces, game's done, go home. She squeezes his arm, fondly. Perhaps with more kindness than she would've had, without the months of being calmed down by Eudio behind her.]
I think we'll be fine. [After lingering for a bit, she draws her hand away. Looks at some point on his shirt, instead of his face, because two can avoid gazes too.] If you want me to go now...