[ Her lips press, watching him, and the fact is, she doesn't know. There are now so few of them, cut down to just the three of them left and Aoba was -- as likely to rip them apart as Petre could and she found herself at a loss of wanting to spare them both feeling like this, of keeping them both grounded as best she could.
She would do anything, anything for them, so she does maybe not the wisest thing, but it's the honest thing. It's the thing they have right now.
Angel sits down beside him, in the small space of her room. Tucking her legs under her in the small space of the couch that came with the room, and she peers at his face. There isn't an answer, that's the problem, nothing direct, and that grates so much, she knows, that they have to passively accept when one of them goes.
Then the only thing that makes sense to do, the thing she's doing now. ]
Look after what we have left. [ she swallows. Rolling her shoulders back, and he might just rip her to shreds, but it's fine, he's brood, she's accepted it as she carefully opens her arms in invitation, beckoning him closer if he wants. ] Come here?
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She would do anything, anything for them, so she does maybe not the wisest thing, but it's the honest thing. It's the thing they have right now.
Angel sits down beside him, in the small space of her room. Tucking her legs under her in the small space of the couch that came with the room, and she peers at his face. There isn't an answer, that's the problem, nothing direct, and that grates so much, she knows, that they have to passively accept when one of them goes.
Then the only thing that makes sense to do, the thing she's doing now. ]
Look after what we have left. [ she swallows. Rolling her shoulders back, and he might just rip her to shreds, but it's fine, he's brood, she's accepted it as she carefully opens her arms in invitation, beckoning him closer if he wants. ] Come here?