[ There's no particular change in his atmosphere when Shenhe decides to sit down here, he's content to keep working his way through these cancer sticks at an alarming rate, not that Shenhe knows what a non-alarming rate of cigarettes is (any amount of them is, don't ever get into smoking Shenny).
After about a few minutes of this, the quiet sound of brushing and periodic exhale, he'll deign to look over at her with a wry -- but very honestly exhausted look. No sunglasses indoors for once, so she can clearly see the raise of his brow, the silent questioning if she's okay. ]
[the sad gets a little less, as she slowly, methodically brushes through her hair. it doesn't turn into anything happy or anything even resembling positive, it just lessens. when he looks over, she pauses the motion, looking at him in return.]
I'll survive. [she answers the silent question. it's kind of a novelty to see his eyes, she thinks, absently.
like. she's not okay. but nobody is. and there's no bringing them back, so she just has to... deal with it, somehow. swallow all those emotions, because no matter what she does, she can't cry them out. it just never happens.]
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After about a few minutes of this, the quiet sound of brushing and periodic exhale, he'll deign to look over at her with a wry -- but very honestly exhausted look. No sunglasses indoors for once, so she can clearly see the raise of his brow, the silent questioning if she's okay. ]
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I'll survive. [she answers the silent question. it's kind of a novelty to see his eyes, she thinks, absently.
like. she's not okay. but nobody is. and there's no bringing them back, so she just has to... deal with it, somehow. swallow all those emotions, because no matter what she does, she can't cry them out. it just never happens.]