[He's already propping himself up on his forearms, refusing to look at her.
Then he realizes: that's twice that she's said his name. But...he knows her story, what has happened to her; he'd read every word Ginko had written out for him, mysteriously left at his front door more than a month ago, drawn in by curiosity that became less hesitant with each line. Her memories are supposed to get eaten and disappear unless she ruminates over them every day. She's supposed to forget, yet here she is remembering. Then...
Had she thought about him as often as he'd thought about her? But why....?
He lifts his gaze to her, uncertain. He doesn't try to take her offered hand, but he doesn't tell her to go away either. What to say, what to do, when the rote reactions fall away. He...doesn't know.]
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Then he realizes: that's twice that she's said his name. But...he knows her story, what has happened to her; he'd read every word Ginko had written out for him, mysteriously left at his front door more than a month ago, drawn in by curiosity that became less hesitant with each line. Her memories are supposed to get eaten and disappear unless she ruminates over them every day. She's supposed to forget, yet here she is remembering. Then...
Had she thought about him as often as he'd thought about her? But why....?
He lifts his gaze to her, uncertain. He doesn't try to take her offered hand, but he doesn't tell her to go away either. What to say, what to do, when the rote reactions fall away. He...doesn't know.]