[ A couple. That was what they were. Yes, it wasn't like he had never been in a relationship before but could anyone honestly say that those had been normal in any fashion?
He was really, really bad at this.
Sighing now, because the exhaustion's curling his shoulders and bowing his head down low. ]
I think I need to give him some space first. [ A pause. ] I think I need a little bit of space too, to think.
[ Kasumi reaches over and tilts that chin up so that their gazes meet. So young, and yet already so weary. It is not something she has not watched from afar, but tonight is different. ]
Take the time that you need. [ The words are firm, as is the look that she's giving you before she lets you go. ] I will not keep you longer than I should.
[ You have your duties. She also needs the distance again, but at least the groundwork has been laid for you to consider turning to her, even if the foundation is shaky as of yet. ]
[ And he finds that he can't look away from you, because the simple affection and comfort that you've offered him are filed with so much significance that he can't begin to dwell on it without hurting a little more than he already does.
Should he... can he...? ]
Thank you.
[ His voice is soft, about as soft as his lips might feel on your cheek the moment he leans in and kisses you. A filial greeting, he hopes, that does not overstep any boundaries. Then he's turning away and standing up. The bow he gives you before he leaves is low, right to the waist. ]
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That is usually what couples do, Mitsuru.
[ Lifting that pipe again now. ]
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He was really, really bad at this.
Sighing now, because the exhaustion's curling his shoulders and bowing his head down low. ]
I think I need to give him some space first. [ A pause. ] I think I need a little bit of space too, to think.
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Take the time that you need. [ The words are firm, as is the look that she's giving you before she lets you go. ] I will not keep you longer than I should.
[ You have your duties. She also needs the distance again, but at least the groundwork has been laid for you to consider turning to her, even if the foundation is shaky as of yet. ]
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Should he... can he...? ]
Thank you.
[ His voice is soft, about as soft as his lips might feel on your cheek the moment he leans in and kisses you. A filial greeting, he hopes, that does not overstep any boundaries. Then he's turning away and standing up. The bow he gives you before he leaves is low, right to the waist. ]
Good night, mother.