eyes can't shine unless there's something burning bright behind
Seeing him again after the mob, after the trial, it's a relief. She wants to sink into that feeling, into just being here with him while she can. Especially since it's clear to her that he doesn't reach out when he needs to... It makes her instinctually feel like she should hover over him more, but she doubts that he would want - or need - that. Not truly. After all, he came out on top of things, didn't he?
Sunjata returns to his work and Aurelia lets him, calmly sitting by until she finally lets her thoughts air. It's in the simplest way she knows how to express them, without provoking a fight or making things generally worse.
Baby? Surprise brightens the darkness in her expression.
He's dismissive of the issue of him not telling her anything. No, he's dismissive of everything. Her posture slumps in defeat and her grip tightens around the glass as if it's supporting her. No, it's fair, she tells herself, he's been through a lot. It was selfish of me to even ask that. Her eyes shut from the stress and frustration of her self-beration. She wants to apologize to him, get up, and leave him be. Why do I always make everything worse? It's tangible, the fragility in his façade. At any moment, he might break. She doesn't know how, maybe it's because she knows him, maybe it's some sort of weird sense, but she can see it in him. The pain, the hurt, the anger... the self-hate. Maybe it's because it's everything nasty within herself that she can see it in him, too.
So she steadies herself mentally to stay. She's not going anywhere. Even if she doesn't know what to say and the silence is painful. Something Hotaru had told her lights up like a bulb in her mind. He's not used to having people like us to lean on or inspire him to return home to... That's why we have to stick together.
Her hand reaches out to stop his, the one that scribbles away at something comparatively unimportant. She rests her hand on his, looking up at him and tightening her grip. Her lips purse, struggling to summon words that lie on her tongue, and the silence deepens.
"It's okay," she finally says quietly, "it's okay, Sunjata... I'm not upset at you. I'm just... sorry." She's sorry about what he's going through, even if she doesn't know the half of it. She's sorry she couldn't stop it, even if she wanted to. She's sorry she's ignorant to it, even though she calls herself his friend.
Sunjata returns to his work and Aurelia lets him, calmly sitting by until she finally lets her thoughts air. It's in the simplest way she knows how to express them, without provoking a fight or making things generally worse.
Baby? Surprise brightens the darkness in her expression.
He's dismissive of the issue of him not telling her anything. No, he's dismissive of everything. Her posture slumps in defeat and her grip tightens around the glass as if it's supporting her. No, it's fair, she tells herself, he's been through a lot. It was selfish of me to even ask that. Her eyes shut from the stress and frustration of her self-beration. She wants to apologize to him, get up, and leave him be. Why do I always make everything worse? It's tangible, the fragility in his façade. At any moment, he might break. She doesn't know how, maybe it's because she knows him, maybe it's some sort of weird sense, but she can see it in him. The pain, the hurt, the anger... the self-hate. Maybe it's because it's everything nasty within herself that she can see it in him, too.
So she steadies herself mentally to stay. She's not going anywhere. Even if she doesn't know what to say and the silence is painful. Something Hotaru had told her lights up like a bulb in her mind. He's not used to having people like us to lean on or inspire him to return home to... That's why we have to stick together.
Her hand reaches out to stop his, the one that scribbles away at something comparatively unimportant. She rests her hand on his, looking up at him and tightening her grip. Her lips purse, struggling to summon words that lie on her tongue, and the silence deepens.
"It's okay," she finally says quietly, "it's okay, Sunjata... I'm not upset at you. I'm just... sorry." She's sorry about what he's going through, even if she doesn't know the half of it. She's sorry she couldn't stop it, even if she wanted to. She's sorry she's ignorant to it, even though she calls herself his friend.
Aurelia
