[ It's as if, the moment his hand falls over her own, any tension still left in the air is gone; the time between them erased, and Aerith feels as if they're back in the church in the Sector 5 slums, young and untroubled, him putting together flower carts for a business he conceived on her behalf, her dutifully telling him everything wrong with them.
She's dreamed of this situation hundreds of times, and in every last one of them she's had harshness on her lips, anger and hurt for years of silence, for all those things unsaid. But this is so much nicer, and easier than she ever could have imagined.
She finds herself smiling at the offer of a date, and her fingers slip through his to squeeze back in reply, an incline of her head to appear as if she's consideringβ when really, her mind was made up even before he asked. ]
Hm~ A date, huh? [ she responds, and then laughs at the arch tone in her own voice. ] I suppose I could spare the time.
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She's dreamed of this situation hundreds of times, and in every last one of them she's had harshness on her lips, anger and hurt for years of silence, for all those things unsaid. But this is so much nicer, and easier than she ever could have imagined.
She finds herself smiling at the offer of a date, and her fingers slip through his to squeeze back in reply, an incline of her head to appear as if she's consideringβ when really, her mind was made up even before he asked. ]
Hm~ A date, huh? [ she responds, and then laughs at the arch tone in her own voice. ] I suppose I could spare the time.