and, well. blink and you'll miss it, the way Fushiguro's eyes widen and then settle. he watches her from his peripheral, the way the wind whips at her hair, the way she smiles through the delivery of her wellwishes.
empathy sits at the bottom of his gut. selfish and biased, as usual. ]
A shift at a café sounds pretty underwhelming, yeah. [ very pedestrian. but his hope is that it made her happy, working there. enough for her to mention it to a complete stranger like him.
he smiles, and it's a tiny, almost-invisible thing. ] You'll make it back, too.
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and, well. blink and you'll miss it, the way Fushiguro's eyes widen and then settle. he watches her from his peripheral, the way the wind whips at her hair, the way she smiles through the delivery of her wellwishes.
empathy sits at the bottom of his gut. selfish and biased, as usual. ]
A shift at a café sounds pretty underwhelming, yeah. [ very pedestrian. but his hope is that it made her happy, working there. enough for her to mention it to a complete stranger like him.
he smiles, and it's a tiny, almost-invisible thing. ] You'll make it back, too.