Scared. Timid. Nill was all of those things, but with good reason.
He didn't look like he would hurt her. Heine had-- well, at first Heine hadn't looked like he'd be doing anything at all, like he wouldn't care, but he didn't exactly come across as the most approachable of human beings at first sight.
A prime example of not judging a book by its cover.
Then again, many men who looked harmless could very well merely be hiding something more sinister about them.
But then he held up his hands, started talking, and asked if she was okay. She moved to shake her head yes, then stopped, trying for no-- she wasn't really sure. If she wasn't okay, he'd ask why. He'd probably think it was something like what was always wrong with Heine and Naoto, why the holes needed fixing, and then he'd want to touch her.
So she shook her head yes, even if it was a partial lie. She wasn't hurt. But that hardly meant she was okay. She was scared, confused, alone, fragile, even--
But something about him said that he seemed to just know. Maybe he'd know just like Priest knew, instinctively.
When he reaffirmed that he wouldn't hurt her-- but could she really know? could she trust that?-- she nodded again, as if to tell him that, yes, she believed him for the time being.
Her name.
So many people asked her.
She never knew what to tell them, or how, so she just stared back at him silently, big eyes seemingly asking him to read her mind.
He didn't look like he would hurt her. Heine had-- well, at first Heine hadn't looked like he'd be doing anything at all, like he wouldn't care, but he didn't exactly come across as the most approachable of human beings at first sight.
A prime example of not judging a book by its cover.
Then again, many men who looked harmless could very well merely be hiding something more sinister about them.
But then he held up his hands, started talking, and asked if she was okay. She moved to shake her head yes, then stopped, trying for no-- she wasn't really sure. If she wasn't okay, he'd ask why. He'd probably think it was something like what was always wrong with Heine and Naoto, why the holes needed fixing, and then he'd want to touch her.
So she shook her head yes, even if it was a partial lie. She wasn't hurt. But that hardly meant she was okay. She was scared, confused, alone, fragile, even--
But something about him said that he seemed to just know. Maybe he'd know just like Priest knew, instinctively.
When he reaffirmed that he wouldn't hurt her-- but could she really know? could she trust that?-- she nodded again, as if to tell him that, yes, she believed him for the time being.
Her name.
So many people asked her.
She never knew what to tell them, or how, so she just stared back at him silently, big eyes seemingly asking him to read her mind.
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