It was strange, how people could get used to something. She'd told herself she was used to loneliness. She'd told herself she was used to the Darkness.
She hadn't expected that it was also possible to get used to someone sitting next to her, touching her, or stolen moments of calm, even if they were only in her dreams. She moved to give Kanda room, and if she didn't relax into his touch until a few seconds had passed, it was from surprise rather than distaste.
Silence again. She wasn't good at knowing what to say, when she had these feelings like she wanted to say the right thing. What came out instead was terse from thoughts she couldn't label.
"If you do that," she said, looking down to where Kanda's arm held her firmly, "Don't talk about being ready to give in to your Innocence any longer. I won't accept you disappearing."
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She hadn't expected that it was also possible to get used to someone sitting next to her, touching her, or stolen moments of calm, even if they were only in her dreams. She moved to give Kanda room, and if she didn't relax into his touch until a few seconds had passed, it was from surprise rather than distaste.
Silence again. She wasn't good at knowing what to say, when she had these feelings like she wanted to say the right thing. What came out instead was terse from thoughts she couldn't label.
"If you do that," she said, looking down to where Kanda's arm held her firmly, "Don't talk about being ready to give in to your Innocence any longer. I won't accept you disappearing."