[ hilarious. that's me, ty, thinking this. shoma obviously thinks this is less hilarious because...yeah. twelve is an age that makes it a lot harder to cope with, and it's not like it's getting any better. and now being here, it's just the same sort of cycle all over again.
he's pretty sure this won't be the last time something happens. it never is. but...he can at least try to keep his doom and gloom thoughts to himself because he recognizes that she feels bad for overstepping and that she's trying to make this a little better. he can also recognize that this weekend's events affected her, too, in a way that might be hard for others to fully understand. even if he isn't quite looking at her, at least he's able to continue the conversation. (and good call on not touching. it's a weird, fine line most days when he's not even sure he's fully comfortable in his own skin. ) ]
...that's a good way to put it. Tomorrow probably won't be as awful as this has been for everybody, and it at least means this isn't the last thing we'll have to deal with. Or something like that. [ ... ] It couldn't come sooner, honestly.
[Oh, god. She wishes she could do more for him so badly. But if he would rather be alone, and maybe there's other people here he knows a little better — that nice Mizuki girl, maybe? — she ought to leave well enough alone.
Rosamund clears her throat and pats at her skirts. There's no hope at fixing them up, they're ruined beyond repair, but the gesture helps ease the awkward silence they now share.]
Make sure to get some rest tonight. All right? And hey, let's grab lunch sometime. Message me whenever. I mean it.
[ it's really only his problem to fix, but he can appreciate the out and does offer her a slight smile to that. no harm, no foul. ]
...sure. We can do that sometime. It probably makes sense for all of us to get to know each other better, right? [ if they're all stuck. ] Until then make sure you rest up, too. We've probably got a lot to do tomorrow when we land.
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he's pretty sure this won't be the last time something happens. it never is. but...he can at least try to keep his doom and gloom thoughts to himself because he recognizes that she feels bad for overstepping and that she's trying to make this a little better. he can also recognize that this weekend's events affected her, too, in a way that might be hard for others to fully understand. even if he isn't quite looking at her, at least he's able to continue the conversation. (and good call on not touching. it's a weird, fine line most days when he's not even sure he's fully comfortable in his own skin. ) ]
...that's a good way to put it. Tomorrow probably won't be as awful as this has been for everybody, and it at least means this isn't the last thing we'll have to deal with. Or something like that. [ ... ] It couldn't come sooner, honestly.
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[Oh, god. She wishes she could do more for him so badly. But if he would rather be alone, and maybe there's other people here he knows a little better — that nice Mizuki girl, maybe? — she ought to leave well enough alone.
Rosamund clears her throat and pats at her skirts. There's no hope at fixing them up, they're ruined beyond repair, but the gesture helps ease the awkward silence they now share.]
Make sure to get some rest tonight. All right? And hey, let's grab lunch sometime. Message me whenever. I mean it.
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...sure. We can do that sometime. It probably makes sense for all of us to get to know each other better, right? [ if they're all stuck. ] Until then make sure you rest up, too. We've probably got a lot to do tomorrow when we land.
[ but he will keep that in mind, actually. ]