[ Tseng's expression barely shifts, but there’s a subtle lift to his brow. He lets silence settle deliberately this time, moments during which Tseng thinks she's hoping to be dismissed by him as forgetful rather than calculating. Much kinder than a pest. Truthfully, he can’t say for certain which it is—he isn’t a mind reader. He doesn’t need to be. He knows her well enough, their history stretching far too long for her intentions to be entirely opaque. ]
You forgot your scarf.
[ He repeats it, dryly. He feels the corner tightening around him, and that's one of the hardest things to stand. The point of escorting her home was to ensure she stayed there—not to have her doubling back alone. Tseng pulls the car to the side of the road. The doors are still locked all around. His eyes shift to Aerith, less sharp and unmistakably weary. He doesn't bother concealing it. ]
Alright. [ There’s no fanfare in his response, resigned but firm. Tseng steers the car into a tight turn, heading back the way they came. His focus is on the road ahead...back, but from the corner of his eye, he watches her. ]
you do, do you want some slippers, something to drink?
You forgot your scarf.
[ He repeats it, dryly. He feels the corner tightening around him, and that's one of the hardest things to stand. The point of escorting her home was to ensure she stayed there—not to have her doubling back alone. Tseng pulls the car to the side of the road. The doors are still locked all around. His eyes shift to Aerith, less sharp and unmistakably weary. He doesn't bother concealing it. ]
Alright. [ There’s no fanfare in his response, resigned but firm. Tseng steers the car into a tight turn, heading back the way they came. His focus is on the road ahead...back, but from the corner of his eye, he watches her. ]