I'm glad you did. [He moves to sit again opposite her, but his hand still lingers, absently sorting through pieces of her hair.
Because, Yang didn't have to. She could've picked anything to tell him about, but she picked that. She really trusts me, it's not a new realisation or anything, but finally, something feels as though clicks into place.
His resolution, maybe.]
...next week, if you got some time, I want to tell you about the rest of my... not-fun stuff. [He'll give forewarning this time instead of springing it on her...]
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Because, Yang didn't have to. She could've picked anything to tell him about, but she picked that. She really trusts me, it's not a new realisation or anything, but finally, something feels as though clicks into place.
His resolution, maybe.]
...next week, if you got some time, I want to tell you about the rest of my... not-fun stuff. [He'll give forewarning this time instead of springing it on her...]