[ Her words bite, and though he's conditioned not to react outwardly, Tseng feels them lodge beneath his skin. Not readily seeking her out in the mirror, when he does, rounded eyes return him right to the moment before Aerith confessed her missing scarf. Thinking ahead, perhaps he should’ve delegated this task to Reno or Rude—to spare her his flash of frustration. Such a small thing to protect her from, but safeguarding her remains his duty in black and white
In the time he lets her remarks fully simmer, tension winds back across Tseng's shoulders. He's tired, but in a way sleep can fix, and wills the sullen look from his face as he catches his own reflection. He reaches for her olive branch. ]
You don't. [ No but, his hand, too, stays outstretched. ] Take your time to collect anything else you may have forgotten.
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Date: 2024-12-03 08:26 pm (UTC)In the time he lets her remarks fully simmer, tension winds back across Tseng's shoulders. He's tired, but in a way sleep can fix, and wills the sullen look from his face as he catches his own reflection. He reaches for her olive branch. ]
You don't. [ No but, his hand, too, stays outstretched. ] Take your time to collect anything else you may have forgotten.