[He watches her, a little more present, a little less out of it. If nothing else, her insistence has shaken him a little more...awake, as if he was asleep, going through the motions and not quite aware of everything going on around him. But now he's come back to himself, and he's realizes that she's...
...She's acting very strange, isn't she? It was nice to see her confident like that, but not she looks sheepish, glancing away, and then she moves off to get the food and he blinks some more.
Ah.
Okay.
Admittedly, even if it came at the cost of his own desire to keep these things to himself, it was nice to see her to confident and certain. It's been awhile, he suspects, since she's been like that, but he thinks it's a way of being that suits her. Proud, with her head held tall, and with the certain knowledge that what she's doing is right. There's strength in that.
(Though in this case what she's doing is looking after him, and when he thinks about that, that entire odd rush of--what, fondness? acceptance?--disappearance and he frowns slightly, pursing his lips ever-so-mildly.)
What is he supposed to even do with that?
(Besides sit at the table and wait for her to come back and stop pondering when he caved so easily to what she told him to do.)
And he knows he's going to tell her, somehow, and it's all so strange. Stop thinking, Sousei, focus on the food, it's less troublesome that way.]
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...She's acting very strange, isn't she? It was nice to see her confident like that, but not she looks sheepish, glancing away, and then she moves off to get the food and he blinks some more.
Ah.
Okay.
Admittedly, even if it came at the cost of his own desire to keep these things to himself, it was nice to see her to confident and certain. It's been awhile, he suspects, since she's been like that, but he thinks it's a way of being that suits her. Proud, with her head held tall, and with the certain knowledge that what she's doing is right. There's strength in that.
(Though in this case what she's doing is looking after him, and when he thinks about that, that entire odd rush of--what, fondness? acceptance?--disappearance and he frowns slightly, pursing his lips ever-so-mildly.)
What is he supposed to even do with that?
(Besides sit at the table and wait for her to come back and stop pondering when he caved so easily to what she told him to do.)
And he knows he's going to tell her, somehow, and it's all so strange. Stop thinking, Sousei, focus on the food, it's less troublesome that way.]