[ It is special. There's a little bit of a grin, and his fingers move over the bracelet, before slipping it onto her wrist. His fingers remain there, lingering for a moment and his eyes lock onto it there now. When he looks at it, he thinks that he'd like to have something to go with it. Stupid and sentimental.
But it's what she says afterwards that makes his eyes separate from the jewelry and lock onto her. ]
Don't be sorry about that.
[ It's not like this place is all that great, with the way they push people - force changes, want intimacy for money. But, at least he can be grateful she's here. And, with her last words, his hand slips up to her cheek. That's the right thing to do, right? Plus (of course), Chroma. ]
I'd miss you, too.
[ There's much less reluctance in the words this time than there has ever been before. ]
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But it's what she says afterwards that makes his eyes separate from the jewelry and lock onto her. ]
Don't be sorry about that.
[ It's not like this place is all that great, with the way they push people - force changes, want intimacy for money. But, at least he can be grateful she's here. And, with her last words, his hand slips up to her cheek. That's the right thing to do, right? Plus (of course), Chroma. ]
I'd miss you, too.
[ There's much less reluctance in the words this time than there has ever been before. ]
Of course I would.