[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.]
[ It's like an automatic reaction to take Haru's hand and squeeze it tightly. ]
There isn't anything to apologise for. Are you okay to go inside, or do you need a moment?
[ The house is still there. It'll remain, as will the warmth and familiarity, until she wants to go in and comfort herself there. Even if she doesn't, it's there. ]
[She hates how there's a small part of her that feels like she deserves to be out here. She knows it's wrong, that it's just a product of all her worries and fears, but it rings loud in her head. You let her down, you disappointed her, why couldn't you just be normal?
It's wrong, it's wrong, and Haru knows it. It's because of that, and the fact that she doesn't want Yusuke to be stuck out here with her, that she nods, though she has to take a moment to actually find her voice again.]
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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.]
I-I'm sorry, I just...
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There isn't anything to apologise for. Are you okay to go inside, or do you need a moment?
[ The house is still there. It'll remain, as will the warmth and familiarity, until she wants to go in and comfort herself there. Even if she doesn't, it's there. ]
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It's wrong, it's wrong, and Haru knows it. It's because of that, and the fact that she doesn't want Yusuke to be stuck out here with her, that she nods, though she has to take a moment to actually find her voice again.]
Inside. Please.
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Inside it is then.
[ He's going to be shutting that door immediately, as soon a she's in. To keep the heat in and to start on getting Haru warm again. ]