[ At first, her head stayed rested just below his shoulder, even as he took her hands into his own. Squeezed them reassuringly, almost apologetically. It wasn't for not wanting to look up at him; simply put, she couldn't. She couldn't let him see the face that she was making, how she was trying so hard to stay composed. To not regret what she said.
Even if it was truly how she felt. Because she knew, even as those words fell from her lips, that somehow he would disagree. That he would, in a way that only he could, tell her that she had it wrong. That that was how he was. How he always would be. Thanking her, perhaps.
And listening to his words, she paused. That's... ]
Allen...
[ She took a deep breath then, finally moving. Lifting her head as she looked up at him.
"Didn't you already give that sort of reason to me?"
Honestly, Lux should be elated with those words. That he felt that way. Yet... words hardly seemed to match with actions, and while she couldn't be certain, could never truly be certain unless she pinned him, made him tell her what happened—
Knowing that he wouldn't, because if she knew him well enough, it was that he would never directly do or say anything to hurt her unless completely necessary. That he couldn't see it the same way she did, and for most things that was all right. But this— ]
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Even if it was truly how she felt. Because she knew, even as those words fell from her lips, that somehow he would disagree. That he would, in a way that only he could, tell her that she had it wrong. That that was how he was. How he always would be. Thanking her, perhaps.
And listening to his words, she paused. That's... ]
Allen...
[ She took a deep breath then, finally moving. Lifting her head as she looked up at him.
"Didn't you already give that sort of reason to me?"
Honestly, Lux should be elated with those words. That he felt that way. Yet... words hardly seemed to match with actions, and while she couldn't be certain, could never truly be certain unless she pinned him, made him tell her what happened—
Knowing that he wouldn't, because if she knew him well enough, it was that he would never directly do or say anything to hurt her unless completely necessary. That he couldn't see it the same way she did, and for most things that was all right. But this— ]