[ For a long time, Kaito doesn't respond. He simply holds onto his (business, purely business) partner, rubbing his cheek against the top of her head, gripping tighter (yet with a paranoid, almost fearful gentleness), unmoving.
When she apologizes, he wonders if his heart wants to soar or break. How could he attach himself to any one person so readily when he knows he can only marginally trust any of them? Where's his Shadow's cajoling or griping? The only sounds reverberating alongside his thoughts are the echoes of her song and the voices from her memory.
Reality eventually yanks him back to join it when she pulls away and slips her hand into his. It's covered in calluses, marred by scars of varying depths, and caked in dried blood. Ugly by any sense. Yet she clasps onto it all the same.
He squeezes in turn, meeting her smile with a neutral look that just barely hides his yearning. A nod follows, then his feet trail alongside hers. He has his answer. ]
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When she apologizes, he wonders if his heart wants to soar or break. How could he attach himself to any one person so readily when he knows he can only marginally trust any of them? Where's his Shadow's cajoling or griping? The only sounds reverberating alongside his thoughts are the echoes of her song and the voices from her memory.
Reality eventually yanks him back to join it when she pulls away and slips her hand into his. It's covered in calluses, marred by scars of varying depths, and caked in dried blood. Ugly by any sense. Yet she clasps onto it all the same.
He squeezes in turn, meeting her smile with a neutral look that just barely hides his yearning. A nod follows, then his feet trail alongside hers. He has his answer. ]
Let's go.