[He couldn't have said it louder if he'd actually voiced the words. I'm not a little kid anymore, and it makes her wonder, all of a sudden, if that's something he worries about and never lets on that he does. She struggles herself with who she'd been in Morioh — craving the opportunity to be seen just as Reimi the average girl, instead of as the ghost girl who stayed behind to protect her town until her killer was found.
Somehow, it never really sank in that Rohan might struggle with how she sees him. That he might worry that he'll always be four years old in her eyes, and not seen for himself. Maybe that worries him a lot, and she's never caught sight of it; she doesn't know.
But at least he's opening up to her. He's still gravitating to her, keeping contact, and it's starting to seem like it's as much for his own sake now as it is to keep her rich with chroma.]
I know. You do so much for me.
[Lightly, her fingertips run down his cheek, a soft touch just to add to the contact between them.]
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Somehow, it never really sank in that Rohan might struggle with how she sees him. That he might worry that he'll always be four years old in her eyes, and not seen for himself. Maybe that worries him a lot, and she's never caught sight of it; she doesn't know.
But at least he's opening up to her. He's still gravitating to her, keeping contact, and it's starting to seem like it's as much for his own sake now as it is to keep her rich with chroma.]
I know. You do so much for me.
[Lightly, her fingertips run down his cheek, a soft touch just to add to the contact between them.]
You keep me safe. I know you do.