[ she certainly does not miss it, the warm weight of his hand on her ankle, lingering, but it feels simple and natural. easy. despite the pinkness in her ears she doesn't feel nervous or unsure, but safe and content.
it must be that bedside manner, right?
no. she knows differently now. she's long since come to terms with the nature of her fondness for him, and while she has no intention to pursue anything - how can she, when their stay here is at the whim of another? - she still cannot deny it, not even to herself, not anymore. but she is.. happy, just to know him, to have had the chance to spend time with him. and so she smiles, dipping her head in a nod. ]
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it must be that bedside manner, right?
no. she knows differently now. she's long since come to terms with the nature of her fondness for him, and while she has no intention to pursue anything - how can she, when their stay here is at the whim of another? - she still cannot deny it, not even to herself, not anymore. but she is.. happy, just to know him, to have had the chance to spend time with him. and so she smiles, dipping her head in a nod. ]
It feels perfect. Thank you, Prompto.