[ There's an easy way they pass the cups to eachother. Sara takes a sip, squinting at the familiar flavor, before turning back to Shin. ]
...Well I'm not sure if you did or not... [ She continues, like Shin did respond to her entirely reasonable question. ] It's all fuzzy in my head, I only remember bits and peices of talking with everyone. But I was very upset...and we were talking a lot... Um...did we even hug?
[ She remembers holding him, very boldly, she's never done that in real life except when he's been shot. ]
Ah, maybe it was just a weird dream...but I felt a lot better afterwards. If you're asking for a truce...I guess I'm wondering if maybe we already did stop fighting.
[There's always that part of him that assumes he's going to be rejected outright, and insulted for even thinking it into the bargain. He holds the thermos cap between his palms, looking down at it, warming them, before taking a sip in turn... it's meant as a placeholder while he thinks and listens but he double takes at it a little.]
Huh... it's surprisingly tasty.
[He takes another sip this time with a little more pleased enthusiasm, getting back on mental track as she continues on. There's a flash of the expression in the icon before he smooths it back out into something more neutral with an effort but equally as quickly.]
...
...Don't remember much of what happened there myself.
[He doesn't remember much, the start and end especially disappearing into dreamlike haze... but there's one thing starkly seared into his memory, because he wouldn't let go of it. He's the one who wanted it, even if he can't remember the exact wording he knows that sharp defensive reflex in his bones, but it's still hot, red hot, to the mental touch... the screen flaring red and shaking with a sharp hiss of static, so to speak, his mind's gunshot wound. He breathes out, tapping a finger against the side of his makeshift mug. He can't just leave it at that, can he? Not if he's actually going to be serious about this...]
But... we did talk. Or rather, I talked to some part of you. [Too similar and not at the same time. There's no part of Shin that loves him like that. Only that needs to cut off the dead weight to survive. Maybe he's a little envious. Maybe he's a little unsettled. Maybe he's a little... relieved?] Ahaha, I wasn't very co-operative... no wonder you were upset.
[He shifts a little in his seat, a more comfortable position. It sounds like he wasn't the only one either, from what she's saying. He's keeping his wondering what people saw of him in it's own padlocked box for sanity's sake, along with so much else.]
If you count that as a hug... Well, I won't argue.
[He doesn't really want to dwell on it. Comfort, in the depths of his despair... he kind of doesn't want that to be the foundation of this. He doesn't want to mess this up though, either... his face takes on that closed-eyed smile, hand returned to scarf.]
Ahaha, it kind of just happened, didn't it? Even before that... it's been a couple months since we last fought, hasn't it? It's kinda strange, having that much time to think about it...
[Granted, most of that was they were busy enough they didn't really come into close enough proximity to clash, meetings aside.]
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Date: 2022-04-17 07:35 am (UTC)[ There's an easy way they pass the cups to eachother. Sara takes a sip, squinting at the familiar flavor, before turning back to Shin. ]
...Well I'm not sure if you did or not... [ She continues, like Shin did respond to her entirely reasonable question. ] It's all fuzzy in my head, I only remember bits and peices of talking with everyone. But I was very upset...and we were talking a lot... Um...did we even hug?
[ She remembers holding him, very boldly, she's never done that in real life except when he's been shot. ]
Ah, maybe it was just a weird dream...but I felt a lot better afterwards. If you're asking for a truce...I guess I'm wondering if maybe we already did stop fighting.
oughgouughghgh *dies*
Date: 2022-04-17 11:09 am (UTC)[There's always that part of him that assumes he's going to be rejected outright, and insulted for even thinking it into the bargain. He holds the thermos cap between his palms, looking down at it, warming them, before taking a sip in turn... it's meant as a placeholder while he thinks and listens but he double takes at it a little.]
Huh... it's surprisingly tasty.
[He takes another sip this time with a little more pleased enthusiasm, getting back on mental track as she continues on. There's a flash of the expression in the icon before he smooths it back out into something more neutral with an effort but equally as quickly.]
...
...Don't remember much of what happened there myself.
[He doesn't remember much, the start and end especially disappearing into dreamlike haze... but there's one thing starkly seared into his memory, because he wouldn't let go of it. He's the one who wanted it, even if he can't remember the exact wording he knows that sharp defensive reflex in his bones, but it's still hot, red hot, to the mental touch... the screen flaring red and shaking with a sharp hiss of static, so to speak, his mind's gunshot wound. He breathes out, tapping a finger against the side of his makeshift mug. He can't just leave it at that, can he? Not if he's actually going to be serious about this...]
But... we did talk. Or rather, I talked to some part of you. [Too similar and not at the same time. There's no part of Shin that loves him like that. Only that needs to cut off the dead weight to survive. Maybe he's a little envious. Maybe he's a little unsettled. Maybe he's a little... relieved?] Ahaha, I wasn't very co-operative... no wonder you were upset.
[He shifts a little in his seat, a more comfortable position. It sounds like he wasn't the only one either, from what she's saying. He's keeping his wondering what people saw of him in it's own padlocked box for sanity's sake, along with so much else.]
If you count that as a hug... Well, I won't argue.
[He doesn't really want to dwell on it. Comfort, in the depths of his despair... he kind of doesn't want that to be the foundation of this. He doesn't want to mess this up though, either... his face takes on that closed-eyed smile, hand returned to scarf.]
Ahaha, it kind of just happened, didn't it? Even before that... it's been a couple months since we last fought, hasn't it? It's kinda strange, having that much time to think about it...
[Granted, most of that was they were busy enough they didn't really come into close enough proximity to clash, meetings aside.]