you are such a soft and messy thing, nobody knows how to take care of you
It shouldn't comfort her so much to hear him absolve her of her guilt, but she has wanted to hear those words so many times in the past few years that it quiets the angry buzzing of her mind immediately. She quietly compartmentalizes the desire to rage and spew vitriol, hating that she was used against him in any way, that everyone in the world seems to have input on their friendship without knowing all that they have gone through and how important these tenuous beginnings are to both of them.
Exhaling slowly, Hotaru draws herself back to the wall with the help of his magic and squeezes his hand in the silence between, grateful for his absolution.
"I'm sorry regardless," she decides on instead of further frustrations that would do nothing to resolve the situation. Ru can understand the pain of loving someone more than they can ever love you back, but she is too blinded by her protectiveness to forgive having taken such an important friendship away from Sunjata. In contrast, his insistent understanding is admirable to her. Maybe if he's at peace with it, she can be too.
"I do too." Sinking lower alongside him, she tries for a smile, regretful that the mood has been so harsh in such a beautiful and relaxing place. "I can't replace her as your best friend, but I hope you know I'm here." To talk to, to confide in, to be distracted by. Right now she's a little farther up the ladder of healing, and his emotions are a burden she believes she can carry right now.
Exhaling slowly, Hotaru draws herself back to the wall with the help of his magic and squeezes his hand in the silence between, grateful for his absolution.
"I'm sorry regardless," she decides on instead of further frustrations that would do nothing to resolve the situation. Ru can understand the pain of loving someone more than they can ever love you back, but she is too blinded by her protectiveness to forgive having taken such an important friendship away from Sunjata. In contrast, his insistent understanding is admirable to her. Maybe if he's at peace with it, she can be too.
"I do too." Sinking lower alongside him, she tries for a smile, regretful that the mood has been so harsh in such a beautiful and relaxing place. "I can't replace her as your best friend, but I hope you know I'm here." To talk to, to confide in, to be distracted by. Right now she's a little farther up the ladder of healing, and his emotions are a burden she believes she can carry right now.
