"Huh?" And Sora claps a hand to his face, pulls it back to check it for tears... And god mercy, but he does zone out for four seconds while he stares at his fingers. This has happened before.
"Oh," he says, then looks at Soldat, blinking. Oh. The handkerchief. He, uh, stares at it for a second, not really realizing that it's for him, then accepts it, still in a thoughtful fugue.
"Okay. Um." How much does he say? "No. I mean, yeah, I do. She's... amazing. I worry about her a lot." Now that he's focused the right direction, he does notice what's happening - the loneliness, the worry, the grief. How well it blends in with the background noise of his heart. He begins to wipe his eyes, still smiling, still crying, but more self-aware, more careful to telegraph that he is fine. "But this isn't, um, me. He's, um. Borrowing my emotions. Since he can't do this on his own anymore." Yes, soldier. This is him. The other kid.
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"Oh," he says, then looks at Soldat, blinking. Oh. The handkerchief. He, uh, stares at it for a second, not really realizing that it's for him, then accepts it, still in a thoughtful fugue.
"Okay. Um." How much does he say? "No. I mean, yeah, I do. She's... amazing. I worry about her a lot." Now that he's focused the right direction, he does notice what's happening - the loneliness, the worry, the grief. How well it blends in with the background noise of his heart. He begins to wipe his eyes, still smiling, still crying, but more self-aware, more careful to telegraph that he is fine. "But this isn't, um, me. He's, um. Borrowing my emotions. Since he can't do this on his own anymore." Yes, soldier. This is him. The other kid.