you are such a soft and messy thing, nobody knows how to take care of you
She can tell the not knowing is what makes him so ill-at-ease, and she can't fault him for that. Especially when he has so few people left, the prospect of his closest friend simply never returning is a downward slide Hotaru can't imagine is easy to resist when he is a far cry from mentally sound. "I'm sure you are. She just needs time." And Hotaru wonders if maybe she should seek the woman out herself, perhaps invite her to the spa -
Until Sunjata unwittingly reveals it is in fact her fault.
Clearly stunned for a second time, Hotaru can only listen as the Flood spills the story like blood behind a badly-clotted wound, rushing forth the moment it has a chance for freedom. It's a little fragmented and hard to follow, the way he jumps from the past and present, confiding and explaining all at once. What more can she do but hold his hand and weather his worries?
When the words seem to run out it's clear he's feeling rather dejected. Whether it's the sight of that prompting some eternal protectiveness, or feeling rather insulted that Isla was so certain of their romantic reunion, Hotaru doesn't bother to hold her tongue. "Well that's rather presumptuous." Sighing, she lets go of the wall that her free hand had been clinging to, buoying herself with a few kicks of her legs as she rakes her hand through long golden hair and tries not to give into the burn of affront in her chest. "If she was aware she felt too much for you, she could have used that as her reasoning. Not me. Not us. Especially after having encouraged you to mend things with me." It makes her insides twist with anger that has no real place to go. It's not her job to protect and defend Sunjata any longer, and any slight against herself is negligible enough that she can't justify seeking out Isla to ask her to explain herself.
Fiercely exhaling to try and cool her head, she shakes it thereafter and looks at Sunjata from the corner of her eye, a tinge of regret pulling her lips down. "I'm sorry. Really, I am. I didn't mean to be the reason things changed between you two." She hadn't asked to be either, but clearly that hadn't mattered. "Should I...visit less?" At a loss for how to fix this now that she has been forcefully involved. Removing herself at all seems unfair to Sunjata given he'd lose a second friend, but maybe it would show Isla that romance wasn't on the board? Then again, romance wasn't on the board for Sunjata and Isla anyway, so would it matter? The Attuned bond must feel like a cloud of hornets with the way her mind tries to find a solution, and her free hand comes to pinch between her brows to try and quiet it. "No, that - sorry, I'm just still coming to terms with it." She can't imagine how he must feel.
Until Sunjata unwittingly reveals it is in fact her fault.
Clearly stunned for a second time, Hotaru can only listen as the Flood spills the story like blood behind a badly-clotted wound, rushing forth the moment it has a chance for freedom. It's a little fragmented and hard to follow, the way he jumps from the past and present, confiding and explaining all at once. What more can she do but hold his hand and weather his worries?
When the words seem to run out it's clear he's feeling rather dejected. Whether it's the sight of that prompting some eternal protectiveness, or feeling rather insulted that Isla was so certain of their romantic reunion, Hotaru doesn't bother to hold her tongue. "Well that's rather presumptuous." Sighing, she lets go of the wall that her free hand had been clinging to, buoying herself with a few kicks of her legs as she rakes her hand through long golden hair and tries not to give into the burn of affront in her chest. "If she was aware she felt too much for you, she could have used that as her reasoning. Not me. Not us. Especially after having encouraged you to mend things with me." It makes her insides twist with anger that has no real place to go. It's not her job to protect and defend Sunjata any longer, and any slight against herself is negligible enough that she can't justify seeking out Isla to ask her to explain herself.
Fiercely exhaling to try and cool her head, she shakes it thereafter and looks at Sunjata from the corner of her eye, a tinge of regret pulling her lips down. "I'm sorry. Really, I am. I didn't mean to be the reason things changed between you two." She hadn't asked to be either, but clearly that hadn't mattered. "Should I...visit less?" At a loss for how to fix this now that she has been forcefully involved. Removing herself at all seems unfair to Sunjata given he'd lose a second friend, but maybe it would show Isla that romance wasn't on the board? Then again, romance wasn't on the board for Sunjata and Isla anyway, so would it matter? The Attuned bond must feel like a cloud of hornets with the way her mind tries to find a solution, and her free hand comes to pinch between her brows to try and quiet it. "No, that - sorry, I'm just still coming to terms with it." She can't imagine how he must feel.
