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Day: 34
Characters: Cross underzealous and Rin cutest_avenger. Open to Duo duoduoduoduo.
Summary: And now crying on Cross' shoulder. Bawwww D:
DAY/NIGHT & Time: First recreational block
Status: Closed | Incomplete

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[underzealous]

She didn't need a reply, really. As he had said, Rin was welcome at any time. As far as Cross was concerned, she was one of the more valuable links he could distinguish in the chain of patients. To anyone else, it was likely strange for a man such as him to put so much stock in to such a small, young girl, but where he came from, youth and size were nothing. Children were thrust in to war every day; he was used to teenagers being capable fighters and/or wise beyond their years.

This place was hardly a fair comparison, though. At least on the outside, any young Exorcist could defend themselves. They had weapons, abilities, support available. Here, though? Nothing. It was unfair to expect Rin to shoulder the task of trying to organize and coddle an entire asylum all at once. The fact that she was trying was striking enough.

When she opened the door, he was just ending his struggle with forcing himself upright. A bit more awkward squirming did the trick before he was sort-of-comfortably positioned. An arm rose and he beckoned her in with a breathless, "Come here." He might have been widely known as uncaring and jaded, but he wasn't a complete bastard. He could tell when something was unfair, and it often times left a bad taste in his mouth. This was one of those times. Rin was cracking under the strain, but he couldn't say he blamed her.