[there's a soft pause there; Olivine still isn't used to such earnest actions, except maybe from Eiden...
But it's clear that his words, his actions had the intended effect, and for it he's grateful. At least he hasn't somehow lost all the skills he'd grown up learning, in how to comfort and care for others in a way that brings them such relief.]
You're welcome, Aerith.
[a gentle drop of the "miss," unnecessary in the moment. Their time may be ticking down, but there's also nothing keeping her from staying if she wants to—at least, nothing she ought to regret leaving for.
He doesn't break the silence after that unless she speaks, eyes closing to the warmth of shared contact and the private room they're in besides. Perhaps they both needed this, in truth.]
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But it's clear that his words, his actions had the intended effect, and for it he's grateful. At least he hasn't somehow lost all the skills he'd grown up learning, in how to comfort and care for others in a way that brings them such relief.]
You're welcome, Aerith.
[a gentle drop of the "miss," unnecessary in the moment. Their time may be ticking down, but there's also nothing keeping her from staying if she wants to—at least, nothing she ought to regret leaving for.
He doesn't break the silence after that unless she speaks, eyes closing to the warmth of shared contact and the private room they're in besides. Perhaps they both needed this, in truth.]