[Truthfully, to say any of this -- it makes him somewhat nervous. Link has always been pulled toward action, toward doing things, making things possible... This is part of his character, and it's difficult suggesting otherwise, even for him. And yet...he cannot help but think back to her letter. Her request. Because it's something they both deserve, not just him.
He finds himself watching her expression as she works through this idea, his own expression an affected neutral. At first, he doesn't realize he is holding his breath. Waiting for her response. As the tension melts from her stance, he, too, finds himself able to exhale, able to start thinking about what might be next.
And then she adds those two small words. With you. Long ago, they might have been an amusing surprise from someone who more often wanted to be rid of him. More recently, they might have had a businesslike tone, as if it was just the way of things, some unspoken truth agreed upon by both of them.
... But with her parting words in mind...he doesn't know what to think.
His thumb traces the handle of the mug in front of him as he tries to fight back the heat threatening to spill over his cheeks, his ears. He's certainly overthinking this. And yet--]
That...that's what I want, too.
[However murky his feelings are, this is a truth with which he is acutely familiar.]
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He finds himself watching her expression as she works through this idea, his own expression an affected neutral. At first, he doesn't realize he is holding his breath. Waiting for her response. As the tension melts from her stance, he, too, finds himself able to exhale, able to start thinking about what might be next.
And then she adds those two small words. With you. Long ago, they might have been an amusing surprise from someone who more often wanted to be rid of him. More recently, they might have had a businesslike tone, as if it was just the way of things, some unspoken truth agreed upon by both of them.
... But with her parting words in mind...he doesn't know what to think.
His thumb traces the handle of the mug in front of him as he tries to fight back the heat threatening to spill over his cheeks, his ears. He's certainly overthinking this. And yet--]
That...that's what I want, too.
[However murky his feelings are, this is a truth with which he is acutely familiar.]