[ But it had been hard not to ask, as much of a surprise as that whole topic of discussion had been. Still, better to hear it from the horse's mouth, as it were.
And if she hadn't already been expecting the facts to be what they are, she'd suspect them from the tempo of his nod, from his little frown. He smiles, she smiles back - but her eyes are expectant, her shoulders set as she waits for confirmation she knows will come. When it does, they relax only slightly; her eyes flutter shut for a brief moment, then open again as her the curve of her mouth tightens subtly into a faintly wider, more deliberate smile. ]
I figured as much, [ she admits. ] These days everyone seems to remember all kinds of things that I don't.
[ And her ribcage is thrumming with nervous wonder at the possibilities, at what he might know of the future. Part of her isn't convinced she'll ever see it, but she still dutifully raises her head to consider the treehouse above them. ]
We can go inside, if you'd like sit down somewhere quiet. I won't ask you to tell me everything all at once, but... [ Her smile falters, growing almost apologetic; she lets her eyes fall, so as not to put too much pressure on him. ] If you could let me know-- even a little bit of what happens, I... I'd be really grateful, Roxas.
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[ But it had been hard not to ask, as much of a surprise as that whole topic of discussion had been. Still, better to hear it from the horse's mouth, as it were.
And if she hadn't already been expecting the facts to be what they are, she'd suspect them from the tempo of his nod, from his little frown. He smiles, she smiles back - but her eyes are expectant, her shoulders set as she waits for confirmation she knows will come. When it does, they relax only slightly; her eyes flutter shut for a brief moment, then open again as her the curve of her mouth tightens subtly into a faintly wider, more deliberate smile. ]
I figured as much, [ she admits. ] These days everyone seems to remember all kinds of things that I don't.
[ And her ribcage is thrumming with nervous wonder at the possibilities, at what he might know of the future. Part of her isn't convinced she'll ever see it, but she still dutifully raises her head to consider the treehouse above them. ]
We can go inside, if you'd like sit down somewhere quiet. I won't ask you to tell me everything all at once, but... [ Her smile falters, growing almost apologetic; she lets her eyes fall, so as not to put too much pressure on him. ] If you could let me know-- even a little bit of what happens, I... I'd be really grateful, Roxas.