[Mio's hand that had been petting Elle stilled, her attention focused entirely on him and his explanation.
It was a lot to take in, Mio trying to sort through her own emotions, feeling an urge to talk more about herself (confess more, really, since that's what it felt like). But he must be tired, he needed to rest, really, so she should keep it back for a while longer.
Maybe he'd understand, somehow, deep down. Or maybe he could reassure her-- or even condemn her. Mio couldn't say if she'd feel any better or worse if he did that instead.
Instead she reaches out to touch his sleeve, curling her fingers into the material as if to remind him that she's still there for him and won't be going anywhere anytime soon. Trust.
There's nothing said, just her sitting there quietly offering support and thinking. At length she speaks, her voice quiet and forcing a little smille] ...You should probably get some more rest. I'm just keeping you up.
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It was a lot to take in, Mio trying to sort through her own emotions, feeling an urge to talk more about herself (confess more, really, since that's what it felt like). But he must be tired, he needed to rest, really, so she should keep it back for a while longer.
Maybe he'd understand, somehow, deep down. Or maybe he could reassure her-- or even condemn her. Mio couldn't say if she'd feel any better or worse if he did that instead.
Instead she reaches out to touch his sleeve, curling her fingers into the material as if to remind him that she's still there for him and won't be going anywhere anytime soon. Trust.
There's nothing said, just her sitting there quietly offering support and thinking. At length she speaks, her voice quiet and forcing a little smille] ...You should probably get some more rest. I'm just keeping you up.