Yeah, it's... it's okay, really. I'm okay. [ For the first time in a long time, he might actually mean it.
He knows what she's sorry for. He knows why she asked about Weiss, too. He knows, and she knows that he knows, that's what's going to be different this time around, and maybe someday he'll even recover from these invisible scars. Until then, they probably have more mistakes and Bad Ideas to get through! ]
People have come back from worse, heh. [ He means you, partner. ] Thank you, Pyrrha.
She had kissed him and he had kissed her back, and she hadn't survived the hour and he had drifted, grown, changed. The boy who had put his hands on her waist and pulled her in - he's gone; she had destroyed him along with her whole existence, eviscerating on a cruel wind. She didn't get to witness that change, no - she was slammed into it, dropped unceremoniously into a Jaune that fractally resembles the partner she left behind.
Despite that, she hasn't forgotten that earlier moment. She had stood close, closer than she ought to have, and his gaze had drifted past her eyes, down, down to her lips. A step closer and - what?
In the wake of such tumultuous confusion, Pyrrha decides the best thing she can do is take him at face value. The possibility of them being anything more than friends and partners died on the steps of Beacon. That doesn't mean she wants to stop being his friend. It may hurt - especially, to watch him heal, the day his heart grows to encompass more than just his team - but it can't possibly hurt more than what she's already put him through.
She can live with it. She can even smile.
... ]
Of course.
[ The sun has all but disappeared from the sky now. Despite that, she's in no hurry to get up. ]
You should really drink your smoothie before it melts.
[ It's no fun if she switches them and he doesn't even react! ]
[ He's fast enough to get the drop on her now, leaving her hands empty before she can reflexively contest. Good boy.
She picks up her original one again, nursing it between her hands without taking a sip quite yet. His was better. ]
I like it, too.
[ Although not as bright as a few minutes ago, the rock is still a faded turquoise, warmed with the energy of dunamis. Pyrrha knows she doesn't want him to bring anyone else here, but she also knows she forfeit all right to ask such a thing. It's far too intimate a notion, now - especially as training is no longer involved. ]
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He knows what she's sorry for. He knows why she asked about Weiss, too. He knows, and she knows that he knows, that's what's going to be different this time around, and maybe someday he'll even recover from these invisible scars. Until then, they probably have more mistakes and Bad Ideas to get through! ]
People have come back from worse, heh. [ He means you, partner. ] Thank you, Pyrrha.
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She had kissed him and he had kissed her back, and she hadn't survived the hour and he had drifted, grown, changed. The boy who had put his hands on her waist and pulled her in - he's gone; she had destroyed him along with her whole existence, eviscerating on a cruel wind. She didn't get to witness that change, no - she was slammed into it, dropped unceremoniously into a Jaune that fractally resembles the partner she left behind.
Despite that, she hasn't forgotten that earlier moment. She had stood close, closer than she ought to have, and his gaze had drifted past her eyes, down, down to her lips. A step closer and - what?
In the wake of such tumultuous confusion, Pyrrha decides the best thing she can do is take him at face value. The possibility of them being anything more than friends and partners died on the steps of Beacon. That doesn't mean she wants to stop being his friend. It may hurt - especially, to watch him heal, the day his heart grows to encompass more than just his team - but it can't possibly hurt more than what she's already put him through.
She can live with it. She can even smile.
... ]
Of course.
[ The sun has all but disappeared from the sky now. Despite that, she's in no hurry to get up. ]
You should really drink your smoothie before it melts.
[ It's no fun if she switches them and he doesn't even react! ]
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[ Which is why he playfully snatches his original one back from Pyrrha and slurps through the straw.
It's as if they're exchanging saliva again already. ]
Y'know, this spot is kinda nice. Reminds me of the rooftop, in a weird way.
[ Dark, secluded, nice view... he even discovered it initially by training here, too. ]
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She picks up her original one again, nursing it between her hands without taking a sip quite yet. His was better. ]
I like it, too.
[ Although not as bright as a few minutes ago, the rock is still a faded turquoise, warmed with the energy of dunamis. Pyrrha knows she doesn't want him to bring anyone else here, but she also knows she forfeit all right to ask such a thing. It's far too intimate a notion, now - especially as training is no longer involved. ]
Thank you for sharing it with me.