maybe who we were then is shattered, but who we are in the end is what matters
His jubilant disposition is immediately obvious to her the moment he steps through the door, and Ru tries to banish her own dark thoughts because he shines so brightly in that moment and all she wants is to bask in it with him. It does at least make it easier to smile that little bit, buoyed by his aura, though it does not last. He is far too perceptive these days. It shouldn't surprise her given he'd been her crutch in the year after the war that he can read her so well, but the way he immediately sets down his items to open his arms to her still takes her by surprise.
"Of course, how could I forget," she utters on a slightly strained laugh. There is heat behind her eyes, but the source is pride instead of pain. This tactic is one she utilizes against him plentifully; phrasing the request in such a way as to inspire independence instead of immediately calling out a noticeable change. To have it turned against her fills her with a painful sort of love.
She slips into his arms easily, familiar with the way their bodies fit together by now. His scent touches her nose and she buries her face into his chest in a moment of weakness that doesn't belong to a normal greeting hug. "You smell like bread," she murmurs, half-audible with how she's pressed into him. Any other words feel out of reach aside from - "I missed you."
"Of course, how could I forget," she utters on a slightly strained laugh. There is heat behind her eyes, but the source is pride instead of pain. This tactic is one she utilizes against him plentifully; phrasing the request in such a way as to inspire independence instead of immediately calling out a noticeable change. To have it turned against her fills her with a painful sort of love.
She slips into his arms easily, familiar with the way their bodies fit together by now. His scent touches her nose and she buries her face into his chest in a moment of weakness that doesn't belong to a normal greeting hug. "You smell like bread," she murmurs, half-audible with how she's pressed into him. Any other words feel out of reach aside from - "I missed you."
