[Startled, Kanda stops trying to pull his hand back and instead leaves his fingers threaded with hers. It's unnerving, the blatant sincerity he can see in her gaze, and only serves to muddy the waters all the more for him.
Because while they were (mostly) friendly, he hadn’t considered that she’d care about his well-being.
Sure, he guarded her person when she performed, and even though he went the extra steps to see her home safe each night, even though he’d never been paid to do so...
Was that really enough to warrant the concern he can see so clearly in her earnest expression?]
…Why?
[Delicate brows furrow with the word, his somber gaze unflinching as he watches her, as if trying to decipher a particularly difficult puzzle.]
You don’t owe me anything. You don’t – [The exasperated frown forming below a sharp violet gaze flashes through his memory, cuts the words off before he can finish. Fingers tightening once more around the hand holding his, he tries to focus on a golden gaze instead of the memory, the ghost.]
I keep seeing… someone. I don’t know how to make it stop.
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Because while they were (mostly) friendly, he hadn’t considered that she’d care about his well-being.
Sure, he guarded her person when she performed, and even though he went the extra steps to see her home safe each night, even though he’d never been paid to do so...
Was that really enough to warrant the concern he can see so clearly in her earnest expression?]
…Why?
[Delicate brows furrow with the word, his somber gaze unflinching as he watches her, as if trying to decipher a particularly difficult puzzle.]
You don’t owe me anything. You don’t – [The exasperated frown forming below a sharp violet gaze flashes through his memory, cuts the words off before he can finish. Fingers tightening once more around the hand holding his, he tries to focus on a golden gaze instead of the memory, the ghost.]
I keep seeing… someone. I don’t know how to make it stop.