[Her hesitation gives him pause; not entirely surprising, given her current (and very understandable) struggles, but even so it's rare for her to be the first to break contact. It was only a moment, but he's glad he waited, nonetheless.
He'd kept it quiet and in the back of his mind as they walked, and that all-too familiar query catches his attention, drawing him back to the present. He glances sidelong at her, quietly curious; he's long since given up trying to predict what her next words might be when she calls his name like that.]
Mm, Pyra?
[Doesn't mean he can't play a little. She's smiling, even if it's small or sad or tired. He wants to help her hold it if it's real, or make it so if it isn't. Bit by bit, things can get better.]
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He'd kept it quiet and in the back of his mind as they walked, and that all-too familiar query catches his attention, drawing him back to the present. He glances sidelong at her, quietly curious; he's long since given up trying to predict what her next words might be when she calls his name like that.]
Mm, Pyra?
[Doesn't mean he can't play a little. She's smiling, even if it's small or sad or tired. He wants to help her hold it if it's real, or make it so if it isn't. Bit by bit, things can get better.]