[ dark lashes fall over bright eyes as he watches her, from the small smile to the way that her face softens. for a moment his stomach clenches like he's made a terrible mistake, then releases like a coil of snakes rushing from their lair. what it leaves behind is an odd feeling, one both full and warm but yet unsatisfying.
he's not used to having friends, or people he cares about. ]
Choice is the most important thing, isn't it? Broken or fixed—ah, who cares? You decide for yourself, first, last and always.
[ no matter what she decides. even if he ended up trekking her around, or she could support herself. it was her decision to make, and her decision to live with. he wouldn't constrict it with meaningless advice for a future yet to be written. ]
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he's not used to having friends, or people he cares about. ]
Choice is the most important thing, isn't it? Broken or fixed—ah, who cares? You decide for yourself, first, last and always.
[ no matter what she decides. even if he ended up trekking her around, or she could support herself. it was her decision to make, and her decision to live with. he wouldn't constrict it with meaningless advice for a future yet to be written. ]