[He doesn't interrupt her once, and the hurt from before stills and cools in his chest, held apart from whatever ache that would have him hug her, show her some measure of comfort. Offer her a lie, or a promise.
The desire is there, settled right by the rawness of her tantrum, but he won't allow himself to indulge it. Because he's still mad, and she's old enough to shoulder some of the ugliness that comes with living in Luceti.]
People leave, Elicia. And sometimes they come back. [...] Sometimes they don't. And we make those faces because we miss them a lot.
[He blows out a sigh, disrupting strands of blond hair, finds his gaze searching the ceiling because it's hard. His throat constricts. He doesn't know if he's ready for this conversation, not with her.] That's why I get to remember how much Nami-san means to me - because I'm sad. I'm gonna be sad for a while.
[No amount of tantrums can change that.]
... Heh. And even if you don't care that I'm mad, I'm still here right now, aren't I? [Crouched right in front of you, living and breathing - angry and hurting and wishing he could hug your pain away] So are a lot of your friends. There's still time for good memories.
[And then he sighs again, caught rambling himself. Fuck, he doesn't know if he's saying the right thing anymore] It's always gonna hurt - because you're a good girl and you care a lot. But if I disappeared, I wouldn't want Elicia's last memory of me being angry at her.
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The desire is there, settled right by the rawness of her tantrum, but he won't allow himself to indulge it. Because he's still mad, and she's old enough to shoulder some of the ugliness that comes with living in Luceti.]
People leave, Elicia. And sometimes they come back. [...] Sometimes they don't. And we make those faces because we miss them a lot.
[He blows out a sigh, disrupting strands of blond hair, finds his gaze searching the ceiling because it's hard. His throat constricts. He doesn't know if he's ready for this conversation, not with her.] That's why I get to remember how much Nami-san means to me - because I'm sad. I'm gonna be sad for a while.
[No amount of tantrums can change that.]
... Heh. And even if you don't care that I'm mad, I'm still here right now, aren't I? [Crouched right in front of you, living and breathing - angry and hurting and wishing he could hug your pain away] So are a lot of your friends. There's still time for good memories.
[And then he sighs again, caught rambling himself. Fuck, he doesn't know if he's saying the right thing anymore] It's always gonna hurt - because you're a good girl and you care a lot. But if I disappeared, I wouldn't want Elicia's last memory of me being angry at her.