I know you don't want to focus on it. You keep saying that like it... like it means something. But... in admitting that it weighs on you this much... aren't you also admitting that your focus is already trying to direct you somewhere important?
...
[She slips her hands away fully, although she does not give him back the glasses. Instead, she wordlessly moves to the other side of the kitchen, pulling out some cooking twine and ripping off a piece just large enough to tie around her neck, knotting the glasses to it as well before slipping them to rest under her shirt.]
...
I... I really don't think you do know what you want, Akira. This... wouldn't be an issue if you did.
I'm... sorry if I just made it worse with everything I've done. But...
If... if you do figure out your answer, I... I hope it's one you feel confident in. I just... want it to be yours.
[this time. . . he lets her pull away, a sudden rush of cold replacing the warmth where her hands used to be. he swallows thickly, watching as she grabs the kitchen twine, as she ties them around his glasses and then loops the creation around her neck]
[there's a lot he wants to say, but there's one thing that stands out amidst it all--]
You didn't make anything worse, Luna. If anything. . . you made it better.
[and that. . . is firm. because none of this is her fault, and he refuses to let her take the blame for his own misdeeds]
[She stays quiet, nonreactive to the firmness of his statement. Perhaps because it just sounds a little too empty within the context of their conversation. But... she doesn't quite believe it. If he didn't understand his feelings, then what made that statement any different?
She doesn't give him a nod or shake, a yes or no. She just looks up at him, her eyes heavy and glassy and extremely difficult to read.]
It's not something for me. I... I would prefer you take the time you need to sort it out, rather than someone else's emotions cloud your judgement.
...
Please... Don't rush an answer just because I chose a poor time to make a... a silly mistake. I... I trust you. I know you can consider all possibilities, even if they are the hard ones. So I would rather you do that. Whether I can hear it or not... that isn't important.
I just want to believe you can find it someday.
...
[She lets out an exhale, pressing the back of one hand against her eyes for a moment. The chance that this could be their last conversation makes her want to vomit up every part of her, machine or otherwise. But he had more important things in life than a robot with a crush. Much, much more important things.]
I... think I've taken enough of your time. I need to speak to Brilith, regardless.
You really should eat something, okay? I'll leave you to it.
[And just like that, she's headed towards the kitchen entryway.]
[out of everything she's said so far, it's a silly mistake that hurts the most. like someone gripped his heart and twisted, squeezing it tightly enough to stop it's rhythmic beating. for a moment, his heart does stop, breath catching in his throat]
[and for the first time, she'll see a flicker of pain, of hurt, in his expression. but what else can he do. . .? what else can he say? is it a matter of her just not believing him, or. . .]
[. . .]
Lu--
[he wants to stop her again, but perhaps. . . she needs some time alone to sort out how she feels. and perhaps all he says now is just making things worse]
[. . .]
[maybe he. . . really does need some time to figure out his own answer. . . to figure out a way to give it to her so that she believes him]
. . . okay.
[he lifts a hand, scrubbing a bit as his features]
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...
[She slips her hands away fully, although she does not give him back the glasses. Instead, she wordlessly moves to the other side of the kitchen, pulling out some cooking twine and ripping off a piece just large enough to tie around her neck, knotting the glasses to it as well before slipping them to rest under her shirt.]
...
I... I really don't think you do know what you want, Akira. This... wouldn't be an issue if you did.
I'm... sorry if I just made it worse with everything I've done. But...
If... if you do figure out your answer, I... I hope it's one you feel confident in. I just... want it to be yours.
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[there's a lot he wants to say, but there's one thing that stands out amidst it all--]
You didn't make anything worse, Luna. If anything. . . you made it better.
[and that. . . is firm. because none of this is her fault, and he refuses to let her take the blame for his own misdeeds]
[. . .]
Can I. . . give it to you tomorrow?
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She doesn't give him a nod or shake, a yes or no. She just looks up at him, her eyes heavy and glassy and extremely difficult to read.]
It's not something for me. I... I would prefer you take the time you need to sort it out, rather than someone else's emotions cloud your judgement.
...
Please... Don't rush an answer just because I chose a poor time to make a... a silly mistake. I... I trust you. I know you can consider all possibilities, even if they are the hard ones. So I would rather you do that. Whether I can hear it or not... that isn't important.
I just want to believe you can find it someday.
...
[She lets out an exhale, pressing the back of one hand against her eyes for a moment. The chance that this could be their last conversation makes her want to vomit up every part of her, machine or otherwise. But he had more important things in life than a robot with a crush. Much, much more important things.]
I... think I've taken enough of your time. I need to speak to Brilith, regardless.
You really should eat something, okay? I'll leave you to it.
[And just like that, she's headed towards the kitchen entryway.]
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[and for the first time, she'll see a flicker of pain, of hurt, in his expression. but what else can he do. . .? what else can he say? is it a matter of her just not believing him, or. . .]
[. . .]
Lu--
[he wants to stop her again, but perhaps. . . she needs some time alone to sort out how she feels. and perhaps all he says now is just making things worse]
[. . .]
[maybe he. . . really does need some time to figure out his own answer. . . to figure out a way to give it to her so that she believes him]
. . . okay.
[he lifts a hand, scrubbing a bit as his features]
O-- okay.