Valentine paced back and forth outside the door to room 515. It was the slow, nervous pacing of a very important man who hadn't slept a wink all night and who wasn't entirely certain how to say what he felt had to be said, or even what it was that had to be said in the first place. A few times, he turned on his heel and made to just walk away without knocking at all. But he always froze, doubled back, and turned to face the door before he could run down the hallway, possibly for the last time. Time was getting short, he'd be leaving soon, and he didn't want a promise on the beach to be the last of it. He wasn't sure if there was anything left to say, but on the chance that he wouldn't be coming back, promise or none, he felt as though he ought to use these last few moments to say it. He knocked.
"Naminé." Valentine stood there for a few moments as he attempted to jump start his brain, as apparently the faintest draft which was caused when the door was opened had managed to sweep away all semblance of sentience in his head for a moment, there. "I'm. Um. Leaving today, you see, and."
Something in his mind informed the rest of him that 'and' was no way to finish a sentence.
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A few times, he turned on his heel and made to just walk away without knocking at all. But he always froze, doubled back, and turned to face the door before he could run down the hallway, possibly for the last time.
Time was getting short, he'd be leaving soon, and he didn't want a promise on the beach to be the last of it. He wasn't sure if there was anything left to say, but on the chance that he wouldn't be coming back, promise or none, he felt as though he ought to use these last few moments to say it.
He knocked.
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She blinked. "Valentine."
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Something in his mind informed the rest of him that 'and' was no way to finish a sentence.
"And."
And.
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