[ a few beats of silence pass, during which nothing but the steady sound of giovanni's rhythmic chopping can be heard. for a while there she seems lost in her own world, eyes glazed and distant — or are they simply glossy from unshed tears?
whatever the case may be, she seems to snap out of it before long. a small but easy smile settles across her lips, and her hand soon finds his own, fearlessly or perhaps foolishly reaching for the one curled around the knife. ]
Thank you for listening, [ she tells him plainly. ] Just doing that is more than enough.
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whatever the case may be, she seems to snap out of it before long. a small but easy smile settles across her lips, and her hand soon finds his own, fearlessly or perhaps foolishly reaching for the one curled around the knife. ]
Thank you for listening, [ she tells him plainly. ] Just doing that is more than enough.