[ If he could read the tea leaves for her (or more accurately, believed in that shit) he would.
As it is, he lets her sit and stare, more than inclined to wait for her start picking away at her thoughts one by one. No point in rushing things, especially when it's something serious.
It's not so surprising to hear the mention of the Dark Hour, but his gaze still slides over to her momentarily. His reply comes about as quickly as anticipated: a slow, drawn-out answer. ]
Every day. [ Hard to forget when it's been the root, even indirectly, of all his woes. ] Even though it doesn't exist here , it's still hard to forget.
[ He stares at his own tea, mimicking her. Then, carefully: ]
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As it is, he lets her sit and stare, more than inclined to wait for her start picking away at her thoughts one by one. No point in rushing things, especially when it's something serious.
It's not so surprising to hear the mention of the Dark Hour, but his gaze still slides over to her momentarily. His reply comes about as quickly as anticipated: a slow, drawn-out answer. ]
Every day. [ Hard to forget when it's been the root, even indirectly, of all his woes. ] Even though it doesn't exist here , it's still hard to forget.
[ He stares at his own tea, mimicking her. Then, carefully: ]
I thought it was over? That's what Minako said.