[He can't blame her in the least for looking away, for needing a distraction; even being in the same room as her makes his chest feel impossibly tight, something akin to grief now tangled up in all the rest of what he feels when he thinks of her, speaks to her.
She doesn't want to talk about this. For weeks, he's done what he can to let it be, to respect that a decision was made and that whatever effort he had to put in to talk her out of it would be wasted— because would it ever be worth it, if someone walked back such a choice because they felt pressured to, when it wasn't what they wanted?
But no. This is what she doesn't want. It's what she thinks should be done, and there is a world of difference between those two things.]
I do.
[His gaze moves to where she's begun to adjust the flowers to busy herself, and of course he recognizes them— he had tirelessly taken care of the ones she had given him for quite some time now, though they had begun to droop as of late. Maybe they picked up on her absence, as well.
He sighs heavily as he steps forward, reaching out to lay a firm hand against her wrist.]
Aerith, this is ludicrous. I know what you're trying to do, and it's admirable, but terribly misguided.
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She doesn't want to talk about this. For weeks, he's done what he can to let it be, to respect that a decision was made and that whatever effort he had to put in to talk her out of it would be wasted— because would it ever be worth it, if someone walked back such a choice because they felt pressured to, when it wasn't what they wanted?
But no. This is what she doesn't want. It's what she thinks should be done, and there is a world of difference between those two things.]
I do.
[His gaze moves to where she's begun to adjust the flowers to busy herself, and of course he recognizes them— he had tirelessly taken care of the ones she had given him for quite some time now, though they had begun to droop as of late. Maybe they picked up on her absence, as well.
He sighs heavily as he steps forward, reaching out to lay a firm hand against her wrist.]
Aerith, this is ludicrous. I know what you're trying to do, and it's admirable, but terribly misguided.