[ Figures one of the most adult conversations she's had is with someone her age. These were serious topics. Trust, fear, regret, guilt, bitterness β they all spin together into a cycle that Ann's never experienced before. Tim was her first... well, anything? It wasn't Akira, wasn't Ryuji β she goes in blind with no experience on how to handle guys and let alone, how to handle one so...
...so frustratingly selfless.
When he's settled, she listens β standing and awkwardly holding onto herself. A defensive curl that keeps her arms rooted against her own chest. He shows his vulnerability too, but they're both... just kids. They don't know anything past what they feel. Past the call to do better, to make this world something other than a stain in history. His burdens come in the form of proof, and she gives in like any girl would. It wasn't that she doesn't trust him β she gives in because she does. A standard of stubbornness that many of her friends know her for is melted away. The bed sinks when she sits down next to him, her hand reassuring against his thigh. ]
Okay. Then... I hope the proof is conclusive. [ That sounded legit, right? It was her small, horrible attempt at a detective joke. When he mentions cuddling, she winces a bit - still the grim wound a reminder on her mind. How did he even make it here...? Luck, is all she can say, honestly. ] I think you should keep your medical hypothesis to real doctors. But, alright.
[ The bed was fortunately big enough for both of them, and if it wasn't β they've made it work. All she can do is lay on her side, facing him and watching him. She's not sure by now what she's looking for. Reassurance, nah. Truth? Nah. Hope? Nah. It was something else. She wants to see the fear she has right here, maybe, so she can make sense of it. ]
... Do you remember when we stayed up almost all night the last time I was in Gotham? We were scared time would zip by. So we ordered in... hyped up on caffeine and laughs. Do you think it's okay to just rest here? We don't have to say anything if it doesn't feel right. I just... I want to just know you'll be okay.
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...so frustratingly selfless.
When he's settled, she listens β standing and awkwardly holding onto herself. A defensive curl that keeps her arms rooted against her own chest. He shows his vulnerability too, but they're both... just kids. They don't know anything past what they feel. Past the call to do better, to make this world something other than a stain in history. His burdens come in the form of proof, and she gives in like any girl would. It wasn't that she doesn't trust him β she gives in because she does. A standard of stubbornness that many of her friends know her for is melted away. The bed sinks when she sits down next to him, her hand reassuring against his thigh. ]
Okay. Then... I hope the proof is conclusive. [ That sounded legit, right? It was her small, horrible attempt at a detective joke. When he mentions cuddling, she winces a bit - still the grim wound a reminder on her mind. How did he even make it here...? Luck, is all she can say, honestly. ] I think you should keep your medical hypothesis to real doctors. But, alright.
[ The bed was fortunately big enough for both of them, and if it wasn't β they've made it work. All she can do is lay on her side, facing him and watching him. She's not sure by now what she's looking for. Reassurance, nah. Truth? Nah. Hope? Nah. It was something else. She wants to see the fear she has right here, maybe, so she can make sense of it. ]
... Do you remember when we stayed up almost all night the last time I was in Gotham? We were scared time would zip by. So we ordered in... hyped up on caffeine and laughs. Do you think it's okay to just rest here? We don't have to say anything if it doesn't feel right. I just... I want to just know you'll be okay.