[ It probably hasn't been even an hour since he had her sort through his things in the kitchen, picking apart the remnants of his old emotions. When he'd heard her evaluation, he'd admitted it wasn't a new one — but they usually didn't say it was a good thing. Is that why? Does he think it only counts if it's callous, if it's critical?
Expression matches feeling; her gaze flicks to the way he gnaws at his lip for concern, the worry preceding fear, and it's a strange sensation no matter how she tries to piece it together. What is it, really? Is it concern about their friendship? (Are they closer than most? Sure, she's told him things she hasn't told anyone else, and so has he — is that all it takes? Are they?) Or is he worried that she's hiding some great litany of complaints about the clarity of his heart?
(Why would he be worried about her opinion in the first place, anyway?) ]
... Just because you don't always see it, doesn't mean it isn't there. [ It's not quite repetition; her attention ducks away, but she pushes the loose hair behind her ear, not trying to close him off completely. She's not sure how to explain everything else. It's hard to be forthright. ] But... there's no point to calling attention to something we both know is obviously true, you know? You don't try to hide from yourself, around me.
As for the rest... [ This time she's the one biting her lip, looking for words. Her fingers toy with one of BB's ears, though he sleeps through it. ] ... If you think so, then you're not wrong. I don't... really go out of my way, to get close to people, anymore. I haven't in a long time. I used to bend over backwards for it.
We're... this is different. From the friendships I've had, before. [ Ugh, obviously. Her breath comes out in a huff, and Ruka shakes her head. ] Though, I don't know how much that's worth, really. I don't have that much to compare it to, after all.
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Expression matches feeling; her gaze flicks to the way he gnaws at his lip for concern, the worry preceding fear, and it's a strange sensation no matter how she tries to piece it together. What is it, really? Is it concern about their friendship? (Are they closer than most? Sure, she's told him things she hasn't told anyone else, and so has he — is that all it takes? Are they?) Or is he worried that she's hiding some great litany of complaints about the clarity of his heart?
(Why would he be worried about her opinion in the first place, anyway?) ]
... Just because you don't always see it, doesn't mean it isn't there. [ It's not quite repetition; her attention ducks away, but she pushes the loose hair behind her ear, not trying to close him off completely. She's not sure how to explain everything else. It's hard to be forthright. ] But... there's no point to calling attention to something we both know is obviously true, you know? You don't try to hide from yourself, around me.
As for the rest... [ This time she's the one biting her lip, looking for words. Her fingers toy with one of BB's ears, though he sleeps through it. ] ... If you think so, then you're not wrong. I don't... really go out of my way, to get close to people, anymore. I haven't in a long time. I used to bend over backwards for it.
We're... this is different. From the friendships I've had, before. [ Ugh, obviously. Her breath comes out in a huff, and Ruka shakes her head. ] Though, I don't know how much that's worth, really. I don't have that much to compare it to, after all.