[ the more she moves away from the infirmary, the more he's curious what she actually has to say. if it was something simple enough, she could easily tell him just a short enough distance away from where he'd been, or even out in the hallway. but her steps continue to take them further through the station, even pausing for a moment as she seems to debate which direction to go into.
he feels a clench in his chest, not entirely sure whether he's going to be prepared for what she might have to say (if it's anything about them, about their relationship, he'd have hoped they'd gotten past the bumpier part after the encounter with the bouldersnakes, even if he'd been certain before then that they'd needed the distance apart; he hopes he hadn't been wrong in changing his mind in that vital moment).
finding themselves back in the sunlight room after so long definitely brings back a particular set of memories, of a time where he'd kissed her with passion against the bark of the false trees, and let himself get caught up in a fantasy that seems so far away now.
before she speaks, he puts his hands into his pockets, fingers playing with the box of cigarettes within, debating whether to pull one out for a smoke — before she speaks. ]
You're ...
[ shit. shit. he knew eventually it might come up. he knew it had to, but now that she's talking about it, he realizes just how unprepared he'd been, especially with everything that's happened in the past couple of months. ]
You're gonna ask ... about changing what happened to you?
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he feels a clench in his chest, not entirely sure whether he's going to be prepared for what she might have to say (if it's anything about them, about their relationship, he'd have hoped they'd gotten past the bumpier part after the encounter with the bouldersnakes, even if he'd been certain before then that they'd needed the distance apart; he hopes he hadn't been wrong in changing his mind in that vital moment).
finding themselves back in the sunlight room after so long definitely brings back a particular set of memories, of a time where he'd kissed her with passion against the bark of the false trees, and let himself get caught up in a fantasy that seems so far away now.
before she speaks, he puts his hands into his pockets, fingers playing with the box of cigarettes within, debating whether to pull one out for a smoke — before she speaks. ]
You're ...
[ shit. shit. he knew eventually it might come up. he knew it had to, but now that she's talking about it, he realizes just how unprepared he'd been, especially with everything that's happened in the past couple of months. ]
You're gonna ask ... about changing what happened to you?