[He always sounds so blissfully confident and sure when he says those things, and Hayame thinks that a lesser woman (a more trusting woman, a softer woman) would be tempted just to believe him because of that. She can't, though. She almost regrets it, but she can't. Not that easily.
... But he had promised to be on her side, and so she cannot blame him for being there, either. Still, what is she supposed to say to those foolhardy, heroic lines? The kiss he presses to her hair is more the type of comfort she preferred, silent and subtle, (not- not that she preferred kissing!), not requiring an answer from her, but the rest...
Her hand moves, perhaps to cup his cheek or pull him closer... but instead her fingertips pinch his lips closed.]
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... But he had promised to be on her side, and so she cannot blame him for being there, either. Still, what is she supposed to say to those foolhardy, heroic lines? The kiss he presses to her hair is more the type of comfort she preferred, silent and subtle, (not- not that she preferred kissing!), not requiring an answer from her, but the rest...
Her hand moves, perhaps to cup his cheek or pull him closer... but instead her fingertips pinch his lips closed.]