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When he first comes back, it’s immediately obvious to me that he’s changed. Not quite different, but more serious, like some negative speculation he had finally came true. He follows me back to the room- a sign I’m unsure of meaning that he’s distracted, or that he’s been away long enough to have forgotten how things were- and soon enough, he’s sitting on the edge of the bed, still serious, while I sit against the backboard and cautiously watch him.
After what seems like too long of a time, though I refuse to say anything about it, Mokona speaks. It’s not that he’s been silent up to this point, but rather that what was said seemed like it didn’t quite matter, like he was going through formalities rather than striking up a conversation. He says “Mokona thinks it would have been nice if Jade got to meet Yuuko.”
I can’t make heads or tails of that sentence, can’t figure out if he’s being thoughtful or pessimistic, so I respond without hesitation. “Is it not still possible for her to arrive in Erro?”
He looks at me from over the wrong shoulder, not quite turning all the way with an expression stuck halfway between a pout and a frown. He stares out the window and I wonder if he should even bother to answer me, or, really, if I even want him to anymore if it’s elicited such a reaction from him. He leans backwards onto the bed with that half-pout, only briefly meeting eye contact with me before he rolls over, crawls over, and wraps his arms around my abdomen. I’m unsure of what to do so I just return the gesture as best I can.
I might not know what caused all of this- and I’m not going to ask if he’s not willing to say of it of his own choice-, but I can’t help but want whatever upset him this greatly to have not happened. He’s still frowning and I’m entirely too unsure still if he’s just being wistful or about to break into tears, and then, suddenly- it’s gone.
He smiles weakly at me. “Mokona’s noticed there are a lot of new people here. Did Jade make a lot of friends?”
I simply shake my head, afraid of upsetting him more by saying the wrong words.
His old pout returns, the one with the grin hidden inside it, and he holds up one of my hands. He takes his time folding his hand into mine, as if he’s studying how they fit together, as if he’s forgotten how much darker his own skin looks when compared to mine. I hold onto his hand a bit stronger, just enough for him to notice it, and his line of sight switches from our adjoined hands to my face. He smiles, honestly smiles, and then gets off the bed, pulling me with him, and starts for the door.
“Where are we going?”
He turns at me, still smiling. “Mokona missed a lot, so...” He stops at the door and turns to me, leaning up and kissing me quickly before flashing me another smile and swinging around to open the door. “Mokona and Jade are off to make new friends!”
After what seems like too long of a time, though I refuse to say anything about it, Mokona speaks. It’s not that he’s been silent up to this point, but rather that what was said seemed like it didn’t quite matter, like he was going through formalities rather than striking up a conversation. He says “Mokona thinks it would have been nice if Jade got to meet Yuuko.”
I can’t make heads or tails of that sentence, can’t figure out if he’s being thoughtful or pessimistic, so I respond without hesitation. “Is it not still possible for her to arrive in Erro?”
He looks at me from over the wrong shoulder, not quite turning all the way with an expression stuck halfway between a pout and a frown. He stares out the window and I wonder if he should even bother to answer me, or, really, if I even want him to anymore if it’s elicited such a reaction from him. He leans backwards onto the bed with that half-pout, only briefly meeting eye contact with me before he rolls over, crawls over, and wraps his arms around my abdomen. I’m unsure of what to do so I just return the gesture as best I can.
I might not know what caused all of this- and I’m not going to ask if he’s not willing to say of it of his own choice-, but I can’t help but want whatever upset him this greatly to have not happened. He’s still frowning and I’m entirely too unsure still if he’s just being wistful or about to break into tears, and then, suddenly- it’s gone.
He smiles weakly at me. “Mokona’s noticed there are a lot of new people here. Did Jade make a lot of friends?”
I simply shake my head, afraid of upsetting him more by saying the wrong words.
His old pout returns, the one with the grin hidden inside it, and he holds up one of my hands. He takes his time folding his hand into mine, as if he’s studying how they fit together, as if he’s forgotten how much darker his own skin looks when compared to mine. I hold onto his hand a bit stronger, just enough for him to notice it, and his line of sight switches from our adjoined hands to my face. He smiles, honestly smiles, and then gets off the bed, pulling me with him, and starts for the door.
“Where are we going?”
He turns at me, still smiling. “Mokona missed a lot, so...” He stops at the door and turns to me, leaning up and kissing me quickly before flashing me another smile and swinging around to open the door. “Mokona and Jade are off to make new friends!”