Not exactly. I could form a partner link with another person that'd make us aware of what the other were doing and their intentions Though the other me was mostly just being trained to use it in combat.
I know, I know. They both care. I just don't like being fussed over.
Eren, we are surrounded by literal lava. Sanji has his shirt off, Yu has his shirt off, if I didn't run to a cooler body temperature naturally, I would have my shirt off.
This is not abnormal for walking around what seems like the inside of an active volcano.
[She... feels a little bad, running Akira off if he's taking the room. But.]
Okay.
[Akira's a close friend of hers, but Yusuke's practically family. The tattoo they share is their proof of that.]
I'll... have to apologize, if he has to leave. But I think I'm ready to go.
[Only thinks, because she doesn't really want to leave this embrace. And there's no way she's leaving Lavande behind, out in the open for anyone to take.]
He'll be alright, I'm sure. You wouldn't have to explain.
[ At the very least, he'll find a way to make it clear the need for privacy and calm for a while without sharing Haru's secrets with the entire house. ]
Okay. Here-- [ He keeps an arm wrapped around Haru's shoulder, and puts one hang on Lavande's handlebars. ] -- Let's go.
[She'll have to explain sometime, for sure. Haru's resolved to tell everyone about herself, starting with her mother, and just because that didn't work out as well as she hoped doesn't mean her resolve has crumbled. It just needs a bit of time to strengthen again.
She takes a moment to see what Yusuke's doing, and... she does crack a smile, albeit a small one, at the fact that he knows how much she cares about her moped and has taken it into consideration. Still, the whole situation makes that smile fade soon after, and she lets out a heavy sigh as she wraps one arm around his waist, the other holding Lavande's handlebars as well, just so that he doesn't have to do all the work.]
Alright.
[And away they go. She's... not really sure how far the house is, but she doesn't feel like filling the silence right now.]
Oh, so... essentially what we are doing now but with access to a person’s battle strategies rather than their inner thoughts? I can see how that would be much better than the current set up.
That is fair. Even if you care for someone deeply, there are some things you don’t want them to know, or worry about.
[ ... ]
And while I am aware of how hypocritical this is for both of us, I will take the chance to ask you as a friend to please keep an eye on your well being as well as everyone else’s on your mission. If not just for my own peace of mind as much as Eren’s as well, and therefore mine by connection.
[ At least he asked directly. Eren. Pay attention. ]
Yeah, that's it. I can't help but wonder if Retrospec was trying to do something similar and well, being them, it didn't go exactly as planned.
[AND JEEZ. He sighs to himself but, he knows Yusuke just cares and that's all it is]
I know, I know. I will. Eren's already giving me a lecture about it. I'll look after myself, promise. I want to get back to Recolle to see everyone again.
[ Sometime. But not right now, if she's not ready to right now, then there's no urge, force or need to.
He squeezes the arm around her slightly as they walk. It's cold, and quiet, but not inhospitable just because they aren't talking. It's comfortable and familiar, and breaking it feels wrong.
It's not far to his home from here - a little longer, now he's not running, but still a reasonable distance. Enough that it feels like moments before he's digging through his pockets for his house keys, having to let go of Haru and the moped at the same time. It won't take him long to get the door open, letting out a welcoming beam of light and warmth from the interior. ]
[When Yusuke lets go, Haru decides to bring her moped to its designated area, where it always goes when she comes here. When she returns to his side, the door opens, and the light inside is warm and welcoming. It's like a second home, and it is.
But it makes her think of her first home. Her mother, her cats, her garden, her flowers. Her mother hasn't kicked her out or anything, but the idea is still there deep inside. Yusuke had seen the nightmare she had, after all. Haru keeps teetering on the edge of giving in to that fear or holding steadfastly on to the thought that her mother really does just need time, that they can talk later.
She takes in a hitched breath and shuts her eyes tight, the burning sensation of tears returning behind them. One hand covers her eyes, the other reaches to hold Yusuke's hand.]
Oh, he already apologized for not going to me first. And said he won't do it again. Apparently he wasn't expecting Natalie to mom me.
But he still wants me to eat the stuff He even broke out the medical stuff his dad taught him. Hard to argue against that logic.
[YOU DON'T TEAR YOUR BOYFRIEND A NEW ONE OVER SOMETHING LIKE THIS. You talk it out like adults gosh...after doing something petty to show your annoyance, anyway]
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