[ She sees them, of course, and her gaze flicks from the damage to the look on his face — but there's no real look of confusion to her expression. No question, no anxious demand for information.
It's new, and he is her friend, but Ruka had known the shape of Tadashi's fate since before they met. She knows what it means. She knows, too, the ordeal of others picking over your hurts, your surface traumas, and the agony of all else being ignored.
Her thumbs hook into her belt loops. ]
Relatively speaking. At least some of our lost time overlapped.
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It's new, and he is her friend, but Ruka had known the shape of Tadashi's fate since before they met. She knows what it means. She knows, too, the ordeal of others picking over your hurts, your surface traumas, and the agony of all else being ignored.
Her thumbs hook into her belt loops. ]
Relatively speaking. At least some of our lost time overlapped.
Coffee?