[Even after saying it, Hayame isn’t entirely sure if she said it because it was true or just because she wanted him to have something. A reward for his hard work, or for putting up with her, when she thinks she knows for a fact that if he had confessed his feelings and said the sweet words he’d said to any other woman that surely…
Surely they would have treated him better. Be treating him better.
But she doesn’t know, and now… isn’t the place or the time to try and figure out which it was. Instead, she obligingly pushes her glass closer for the refill, unconcerned that any amount he would serve her would make her feel anything. Not unless he served up half the barrel anyway, her metabolism was too quick for it otherwise. But in the silence, before she returns to chewing (or rather, slowly decimating a lot of the fare on the table),]
You can talk about something. Your home, or what not.
[If she talks, she will likely spoil it, whether accidental or not. If they talk of this place, she won’t be able to stop herself from bringing up the ambassadors judgements. So… something else.]
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Surely they would have treated him better. Be treating him better.
But she doesn’t know, and now… isn’t the place or the time to try and figure out which it was. Instead, she obligingly pushes her glass closer for the refill, unconcerned that any amount he would serve her would make her feel anything. Not unless he served up half the barrel anyway, her metabolism was too quick for it otherwise. But in the silence, before she returns to chewing (or rather, slowly decimating a lot of the fare on the table),]
You can talk about something. Your home, or what not.
[If she talks, she will likely spoil it, whether accidental or not. If they talk of this place, she won’t be able to stop herself from bringing up the ambassadors judgements. So… something else.]