[She could feel him tense, but stays relaxed all the same. Shinjiro's always been a bit awkward when it came to affection or showing he cared, always felt somehow like he was undeserving, but Fuuka didn't mind. It was just the way he was.
She's perfectly content to stay right here, soaking up his presence. It'd been weeks, but it had felt like so much longer. Shinjiro suddenly not being around was downright jarring. It was almost like he'd actually been sent home, and it shook Fuuka up a lot.
At his soft words, a small breath comes out of her, a smile on her face.]
I know that.
[She says it so easily, because there was never a question. The tone is light, almost playful, and you could almost imagine her adding "Silly" to the end of it. If that was an apology, Fuuka didn't need it, because she never blamed or felt betrayed by Shinjiro for one moment.]
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She's perfectly content to stay right here, soaking up his presence. It'd been weeks, but it had felt like so much longer. Shinjiro suddenly not being around was downright jarring. It was almost like he'd actually been sent home, and it shook Fuuka up a lot.
At his soft words, a small breath comes out of her, a smile on her face.]
I know that.
[She says it so easily, because there was never a question. The tone is light, almost playful, and you could almost imagine her adding "Silly" to the end of it. If that was an apology, Fuuka didn't need it, because she never blamed or felt betrayed by Shinjiro for one moment.]