[Seeing that expression on his face didn’t make her happy. It made her lips twist downward into even more opposite a smile, made her fingers tighten on the spoon. Eventually, it even makes her turn her gaze away again, because…
Because her skin always feels so hot when he says love. So easy, so clear, so… something she is trying to accept but still struggles to wholly believe. “Love”.]
…
[He wants to give her things, when most of what she’s ever known has just been taking. How to accept them, how to ask for them… she doesn’t really know how. (Matsukaze had wanted her to be happy. Set, Liem, Akua, they wanted her to be happy as “friends”. But this?). What could she say now, when a part of her kept trying to sabotage this still and the rest of her just wanted to believe?]
The food makes me happy enough.
[That he cooked it for her, not just… that it was there…]
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Because her skin always feels so hot when he says love. So easy, so clear, so… something she is trying to accept but still struggles to wholly believe. “Love”.]
…
[He wants to give her things, when most of what she’s ever known has just been taking. How to accept them, how to ask for them… she doesn’t really know how. (Matsukaze had wanted her to be happy. Set, Liem, Akua, they wanted her to be happy as “friends”. But this?). What could she say now, when a part of her kept trying to sabotage this still and the rest of her just wanted to believe?]
The food makes me happy enough.
[That he cooked it for her, not just… that it was there…]