[ It's part of the problem. Where Jaime sees it as a reason to commiserate, to be open about things he might otherwise bury, Ruka digs and builds new catacombs beneath them. He understands, but she doesn't like talking about the things that happened. She doesn't like excavating her hurts, and making anyone else endure them. She can't bear them alone, but that's better than seeing anyone else suffer under their weight.
The fact is, he would understand most anything she gave him — even what happened to Kirie, and to Will, and why it sticks so much in her heart, and why she's so damn afraid all the time. He would understand, and that's enough.
She shifts on the couch, pulling her legs up onto the cushions (to some quiet, sleepy protest from sleeping dogs), retreating back, sinking — shrinking — into the furniture. ]
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[ It's part of the problem. Where Jaime sees it as a reason to commiserate, to be open about things he might otherwise bury, Ruka digs and builds new catacombs beneath them. He understands, but she doesn't like talking about the things that happened. She doesn't like excavating her hurts, and making anyone else endure them. She can't bear them alone, but that's better than seeing anyone else suffer under their weight.
The fact is, he would understand most anything she gave him — even what happened to Kirie, and to Will, and why it sticks so much in her heart, and why she's so damn afraid all the time. He would understand, and that's enough.
She shifts on the couch, pulling her legs up onto the cushions (to some quiet, sleepy protest from sleeping dogs), retreating back, sinking — shrinking — into the furniture. ]
We always were her favorites.