[ yeah. that sounds about right. it's all real, even if it isn't. the fear she felt worrying about sora and faced with monsters, and whatever grief hansa's feeling now. it all happened to them, so it's real. and she really doesn't want him to just laugh it off and pretend it's okay. ]
Don't dismiss it then. Don't pretend it's okay when it's not.
[ she shifts her grip when he buries his head in her neck, so she can reach up and cradle the back of his head. ]
...I won't. Sorry. I mean, its easy to wave it off. I know its not okay.
[Because despite everything, he can be honest with himself. What happened was a tragedy. Its not something he can just brush aside, like it meant nothing in the end.]
[The sad thing is that he can't feel her touch, but he can sense the pressure - he heaves a sigh, tightening his embrace slightly.]
[ obviously she doesn't want him to feel sad, or to suffer but... dismissing it just doesn't feel fair either. grief takes time. ]
[ i don't think she actually knows touch is chosen "lost sense" for today for hansa, but when his arms tighten around she responds in kind automatically. ]
You're welcome. [ the hand against the back of his head brushes against his hair, almost on auto-pilot. ] You don't have to thank me for worrying about you, though. I think we're past all that.
[ she’s not about to rehash her opinion she’s just selfish and self-serving, even though she almost wants to by default. it hadn’t got her far last time. ]
[ instead she just laughs —- a very small and soft one ]
You act like it’s all one way. [ don’t sell yourself short here, hansa. ]
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[His son was....very real to him, even if....]
[Treasure just curls up at Hansa's feet, looking up at the two curiously. Hansa huffs, burying his head in the crook of Alex's neck.]
Missed me that much, huh. [He sounds faintly amused.] I missed you too.
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Don't dismiss it then. Don't pretend it's okay when it's not.
[ she shifts her grip when he buries his head in her neck, so she can reach up and cradle the back of his head. ]
Of course I'd miss you. Don't be stupid.
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[Because despite everything, he can be honest with himself. What happened was a tragedy. Its not something he can just brush aside, like it meant nothing in the end.]
[The sad thing is that he can't feel her touch, but he can sense the pressure - he heaves a sigh, tightening his embrace slightly.]
Thank you.
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[ obviously she doesn't want him to feel sad, or to suffer but... dismissing it just doesn't feel fair either. grief takes time. ]
[ i don't think she actually knows touch is chosen "lost sense" for today for hansa, but when his arms tighten around she responds in kind automatically. ]
You're welcome. [ the hand against the back of his head brushes against his hair, almost on auto-pilot. ] You don't have to thank me for worrying about you, though. I think we're past all that.
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[He's just silent for now, not knowing what else to say. Except, maybe...]
You're so good to me, Alex.
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[ instead she just laughs —- a very small and soft one ]
You act like it’s all one way. [ don’t sell yourself short here, hansa. ]
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[Sure you are, Hansa.]
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For what, exactly?
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Mmhm. Well, let me know when you’ve figured something out.
[ she sounds exactly like she doesn’t believe him! ]