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It must be weird for you.
[And incredibly painful when things like this happen.]
[And incredibly painful when things like this happen.]
That was...
[She needs a few moments to find a way to describe it, but in the meantime, she has to ask—]
Is it always like that for you?
[She needs a few moments to find a way to describe it, but in the meantime, she has to ask—]
Is it always like that for you?
[She decides it would be best to give him space for a while, but... After some time has passed prior to the trial, Higekiri is getting a knock on his door.]
Hey... It's Beck.
Hey... It's Beck.
[Even now, she's a little surprised that he's the one asking that at a time like this. But - it makes sense. He's always been that kind; that's why she wants to be here for him, this time.]
Other way around. Do you need anything?
Other way around. Do you need anything?
[That isn't quite a surprise, either; she'd feel the same if she was in his shoes. Still, there's a pause as she hears it, while she takes a breath.]
Do you want to be alone?
[If he does, the least she can do is honor that.]
Do you want to be alone?
[If he does, the least she can do is honor that.]
If you want to. But - even if it's together, you aren't alone if you don't want to be.
[There's sympathy in her face as she sees his expression, and she reaches for his hand.]
[There's sympathy in her face as she sees his expression, and she reaches for his hand.]
[he'll take her hand at that - and encourage her in closer. he doesn't mind just sitting on the loveseat. it appears as though he was having a bit of soup, made by someone else.]
... it's just been some time, I suppose.
Since I've been without him.
[maybe that's why he feels more alone than usual]
... it's just been some time, I suppose.
Since I've been without him.
[maybe that's why he feels more alone than usual]
[She heads towards the loveseat and takes a seat next to him, not releasing his hand.]
It's hard, isn't it? I can't imagine.
[She'll let him lead the conversation here - she doesn't want to pry too much into something painful, but she also doesn't want him to go without an opportunity to get anything he might need off his chest.]
It's hard, isn't it? I can't imagine.
[She'll let him lead the conversation here - she doesn't want to pry too much into something painful, but she also doesn't want him to go without an opportunity to get anything he might need off his chest.]
[ . . . he's quiet for a bit before smiling faintly - ]
I never cared before. Perhaps... that is odd to hear, from a human perspective. But... we were given to different owners at times, and we would be separated. I did not mind very much, but... I learned recently that he missed me very much when I was gone.
I suppose now that he is the one taken away... I have been finding it much more difficult to breathe.
[maybe missing someone is a feeling like that]
I never cared before. Perhaps... that is odd to hear, from a human perspective. But... we were given to different owners at times, and we would be separated. I did not mind very much, but... I learned recently that he missed me very much when I was gone.
I suppose now that he is the one taken away... I have been finding it much more difficult to breathe.
[maybe missing someone is a feeling like that]
[They're in his bedroom as usual, more likely than not. She's relaxed after they're both done, and while she doesn't have her head on his chest (purely because it would touch against her ears and she dislikes the reminder of the changes), she's looking his way from her spot on the bed.]
I kind of feel like a broken record, but - thanks. That was nice.
I kind of feel like a broken record, but - thanks. That was nice.
Wrong.
[Her voice is soft, fond, and I hate that right after this he gets bitten by a zombie and becomes terrifying.]
I need you every week.
[In, like, a platonic friendship sense, not in a banging sense! As nice as that part is.]
[Her voice is soft, fond, and I hate that right after this he gets bitten by a zombie and becomes terrifying.]
I need you every week.
[In, like, a platonic friendship sense, not in a banging sense! As nice as that part is.]
[She shakes her head, offering a smile as she sees him.]
I had a task for it, but... Dick got his finished up before I did. [But, more importantly—] You're feeling back to normal, though? That's great!
I had a task for it, but... Dick got his finished up before I did. [But, more importantly—] You're feeling back to normal, though? That's great!
You were never a burden. We were just worried about you, like any friends would be.
[All the same—]
What do you mean by not entirely yourself, though?
[All the same—]
What do you mean by not entirely yourself, though?
...Maybe it’ll just take a few more days to kick in all the way. Either way - I’m happy you’re feeling a little better, even if it isn’t all the way.
[She reaches for his hand.]
[She reaches for his hand.]
I wasn't scared of you... I was scared for you.
[If she's being honest, it was a mixture of both - but she doesn't want to say that. Her smile grows tender as he kisses her hand.]
[If she's being honest, it was a mixture of both - but she doesn't want to say that. Her smile grows tender as he kisses her hand.]
[She shakes her head, reaching up to run a hand through his hair.]
You don’t scare me, I promise.
You don’t scare me, I promise.
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