Then take that as motivation. She did, and you will, too.
[He tilts his head a little as he acknowledges her.]
I know you don't want to worry anyone. I'm the same way. But it's not cowardly to talk about the things that are weighing on you. It doesn't make you a burden, or useless.
[ To be honest, she can't help but laugh a little bit when she hears him say those words, a little self derisive. ]
Haha... someone that I remembered told me that I shouldn't be keeping things in. That not everyone can read between the lines or be mind readers. That it's hard to understand each other if we don't use our words to.
I shouldn't be surprised that you agree with that. Actually, I shouldn't be surprised if you agreed with a lot of stuff from that particular conversation...
Oh, really? [He couldn't sound less concerned if he tried.] Well. That sounds like a medical emergency, dear sister! It certainly would be a shame to have to pass up food for a hospital visit, especially just because someone's salty that they're wrong...
I don't mind, just don't touch anything. I'll be back.
[ And she's just going to disappear into her room for about twenty minutes to get changed before popping up. She's wearing something pretty simple - just a black turtleneck sweater and jeans along with a trench coat. ]
[...Huh. Suddenly, Rean feels compelled to touch everything.
Still, he'll be a good boy, just quietly looking through her media collection to see what all she brought with her.
A part of him wonders what's taking her this long, it's not like they're going out. But, then again, he supposes it takes him a good while to get fully ready, too.
He turns to greet her just as she reappears, as if he knew she was going to be there. (Sometimes, those sensing abilities are useful.)]
I can only imagine what you'd be doing on your phone, but whatever.
[ She won't ask about it as she's pretty much gotten everything she needs, heading right out the door first before waiting for him to leave so she can actually lock it. ]
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That said.
...It's okay to hurt, though, you know. Until you get that context, or even past that if you need to.
[He puts his hands in his pockets with a sigh.]
Keeping all this stuff to ourselves, trying to tough it out alone... has that ever really helped either of us?
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I just- I know that somehow she made it past this. I'm confident of that much.
[ She mirrors his own sigh with one of her own, glancing up at the ceiling. ]
There's just a lot that I remembered... between the last time we talked and now. But you're right. It hasn't.
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[He tilts his head a little as he acknowledges her.]
I know you don't want to worry anyone. I'm the same way. But it's not cowardly to talk about the things that are weighing on you. It doesn't make you a burden, or useless.
I want to hear them.
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[ To be honest, she can't help but laugh a little bit when she hears him say those words, a little self derisive. ]
Haha... someone that I remembered told me that I shouldn't be keeping things in. That not everyone can read between the lines or be mind readers. That it's hard to understand each other if we don't use our words to.
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Because all that's true. We were given language for a reason, after all.
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I shouldn't be surprised that you agree with that. Actually, I shouldn't be surprised if you agreed with a lot of stuff from that particular conversation...
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[He's teasing... mostly.]
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I'm leaving the apartment building right now and pretending that I have no relation to you.
[ You can hear the sarcasm. ]
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Ahaha... sorry, not sorry.
But go ahead. If you do, I'll just follow you. Because someone may have promised her brother food, and her brother has not forgotten.
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[ She's
joking. ]
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[ Nope. ]
Fine, you win. Where do you want to go for food?
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Oh, I'm not picky. Just fast food is fine if you want to get me out of your hair.
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We'll go to the nearest McDonalds, then? I'm not getting anything, though.
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[You trained him too well, Raina.]
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Okay. Actually. Wait here, I need to get dressed. I didn't think I was going out today.
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All right. Mind if I take a look around the stuff out here while you're busy?
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[ And she's just going to disappear into her room for about twenty minutes to get changed before popping up. She's wearing something pretty simple - just a black turtleneck sweater and jeans along with a trench coat. ]
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Still, he'll be a good boy, just quietly looking through her media collection to see what all she brought with her.
A part of him wonders what's taking her this long, it's not like they're going out. But, then again, he supposes it takes him a good while to get fully ready, too.
He turns to greet her just as she reappears, as if he knew she was going to be there. (Sometimes, those sensing abilities are useful.)]
Good to go?
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And look, she took her time because she might actually do stuff outside after McDonald's and not be a shameless shut in, so... progress? ]
Yeah. Sorry if I took too long; you didn't get bored, did you?
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Nah. I've got my phone to kill time, anyway, so no worries.
[He goes over to her door, waiting for her to collect anything she might need before opening it and holding it for her.]
After you.
[Welcome back to the world, Raina.]
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[ She won't ask about it as she's pretty much gotten everything she needs, heading right out the door first before waiting for him to leave so she can actually lock it. ]
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[He shrugs. Doesn't sound like he was overly invested in it either way.
Well, he'll follow her out. Off they go!]
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