[ Mention of her father comes quite naturally. A part of her had wanted to avoid the topic, perhaps: spending more time here, at work, at her second home. But with Gina and Mr Sholmes still here to rely on her, she can't very well shut them out. Susato freezes when she feels the hand at her shoulder, firm but gentle, and she starts to crack, just a little bit.
Let yourself feel it.
She reaches up to place a hand over his, an appreciative gesture, though she certainly won't make it a habit to bother him in the middle of the night. (Besides, what if he's at the safehouse?) ]
I miss him... but there are still people here who need me. [ Odd thing to admit, that. Perhaps she'd never been so bold enough to assume such a thing, that she could be needed. But she's finally gotten to that point. ]
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Let yourself feel it.
She reaches up to place a hand over his, an appreciative gesture, though she certainly won't make it a habit to bother him in the middle of the night. (Besides, what if he's at the safehouse?) ]
I miss him... but there are still people here who need me. [ Odd thing to admit, that. Perhaps she'd never been so bold enough to assume such a thing, that she could be needed. But she's finally gotten to that point. ]