[ It's not as though she's managed to reassure him entirely-- Mary can tell that much, when his lips are only slightly curved and there's still a lingering sadness and solemnity in his face. She'd figured as much.
Because maybe what makes Roxas "special" is different from what makes Mary "special". He hadn't called himself a monster. All the same, it seems to hurt him just as much, and her fingers tighten, pressing, like a little bit of extra warmth and pressure can convey as much reassurance as she'd like to offer him.
At the same time, she doesn't want to hurt him, so that pressure is brief; her eyes search his face with some form of gentle concern, and then she nods and slowly releases his hands. ]
Yeah... I think so, too.
[ Aspects of it might always hurt. The memories won't truly go away. But in this moment, it's okay. ]
Um, but right now, your injuries... we should do something about that.
[ She's got scratches from her bush-hiding, but a certain someone is a whole lot worse, isn't he? ]
PLS SLEEP EARLIER
Because maybe what makes Roxas "special" is different from what makes Mary "special". He hadn't called himself a monster. All the same, it seems to hurt him just as much, and her fingers tighten, pressing, like a little bit of extra warmth and pressure can convey as much reassurance as she'd like to offer him.
At the same time, she doesn't want to hurt him, so that pressure is brief; her eyes search his face with some form of gentle concern, and then she nods and slowly releases his hands. ]
Yeah... I think so, too.
[ Aspects of it might always hurt. The memories won't truly go away. But in this moment, it's okay. ]
Um, but right now, your injuries... we should do something about that.
[ She's got scratches from her bush-hiding, but a certain someone is a whole lot worse, isn't he? ]