[ But Maelle's shoulders lift and fall with a sigh, and his demeanor shifts in almost the same moment as he half-turns to face her, journal still in his lap. ]
Yeah, of course.
[ They've always had the kind of relationship — he thinks, he hopes — where Maelle could be comfortable talking to him about anything at all: her worries, her fears, her hopes. He's always tried to listen to her with an open ear and to offer what advice or comfort he can.
He's not sure what might have sparked it this time, but there's only one way to know for sure. ]
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Date: 2025-05-22 05:20 pm (UTC)[ But Maelle's shoulders lift and fall with a sigh, and his demeanor shifts in almost the same moment as he half-turns to face her, journal still in his lap. ]
Yeah, of course.
[ They've always had the kind of relationship — he thinks, he hopes — where Maelle could be comfortable talking to him about anything at all: her worries, her fears, her hopes. He's always tried to listen to her with an open ear and to offer what advice or comfort he can.
He's not sure what might have sparked it this time, but there's only one way to know for sure. ]
What is it?