We both— [A slight pause after that word, for extra emphasis. Fuuka certainly has become more assertive in her time here.] should have been more careful.
[She sighs, breath shaking slightly as she lowers her hand, and she blinks away the tears. Crying isn't going to help either of them, but... whenever she thinks about the fact that she might have lost Shinjiro forever, the same way she did Prompto—
Her hands curl into fists in her lap, and she closes her eyes briefly, as though bracing herself. Crying isn't going to help.
She lets out a breath.]
You know what happened the last time you didn't talk to anyone about things.
[It's not an accusation. Her hand comes up and rubs her shoulder.]
That's why I kept pressing. I worry for you.
[She folds her arms back on the bed, resting her chin on them as she looks at the teen.]
You're my closest friend here... you know?
[Her closest friend... and someone extremely important to her. Someone she...
Could be closer with, perhaps. If he feels the same way...]
[Her words caused his eyes to narrow, focusing more intently on a spot in the ceiling if only to try and suppress that low rumble of annoyance. Though he didn't make any effort to protest her thoughts, he still felt she was being stubborn about taking the blame to something he didn't see her at fault for - but perhaps, in that regard, he was being just as persistent in viewing himself as the problem.
Still, he wasn't in the mood to argue, nor try to persuade. Part of him knowing it'd only end up in another useless argument that he wasn't very interested in having. Not with how many the two of them seemed to have gotten into over the past few days prior to... well, this. Having her so close to tears already was also a helpful factor in keeping him from being his usual snarling self, but Fuuka generally brought out a softer side to him than he'd care to admit.
Even more so here than back home, apparently, which was why it was so difficult for him to keep up any walls around her. So when she brings up 'last time', Shinjiro visibly flinches and turns his head away. His jaw clenching because it wasn't like he didn't know that much already, hell it would have been stranger if Fuuka didn't care as much as she did, but hearing her say it out loud tugged at emotions he was still trying to sort out for himself.
And it was frustrating, because he still didn't know what to do about any of it.]
Yeah, I know. [A sigh, slowly letting his eyes travel back over to where she was resting in order to properly address her concerns. Or, at least one of them, in this case.] But that's not something you have to worry about. I wouldn't let it get that far.
[And he means it. Words stated so firmly, and much louder than his previous tone, that it was obvious he wanted her to understand that much, at least.]
[Fuuka holds his gaze, brow furrowing at the words.]
So losing control of your Persona is where you draw the line, but this is alright? Shinjiro!
[No, no. Fuuka won't allow this. She won't let Shinjiro hold anyone's life above his own. Not only is it not right, it's so wildly inaccurate and unfair to him.
A hard sigh.]
You're still so reckless when it comes to yourself. Haven't you realized how important you are to us?
[If she wasn't so tired, her judgment would probably be a bit better. But it isn't; and she reaches out and lightly brushes some of the bangs out of his eyes.]
You have to stop thinking like this. It's not helping anyone.
[Silence, broken only by the tiny crackles of electricity from the small dark grey cloud hovering just above him. No rain or snow, but blots of light that danced around like a looming storm not yet unleashed.
So it's obvious that Shinjiro is doing his best to subdue his frustrations and irritations while listening - because he's willing to listen. Let her vent or speak her mind - but the fact she's doing this now only caused him to curl his fingers around the sheets beneath him.
Funny, too, that he wasn't expecting Fuuka to be the one he'd end up having this talk with.]
So what? You sayin' I made the wrong choice in saving you? Because if that's the case, you're dumber than I thought.
[There's a scoff, because he still can't honestly believe he's having this conversation. If anything, he's doing what he can to deflect the topic from going too much deeper than it already potentially has. Likely why he's being a bit more blunt in his words than usual, but the moment he feels her hand brush against his face he's completely caught off guard. A sudden rush of red that went all the way up to his ears, before he's quickly trying to bat her away. It's very gently, and without much effort put into it, but it's also because he doesn't know how to respond to her being so sweet to him like this. :c]
I get it, Fuuka. I do, I fucked up, but if it means you're not the one sitting in this god damn bed then I'd do it all over again.
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Date: 2018-06-05 10:04 pm (UTC)[She sighs, breath shaking slightly as she lowers her hand, and she blinks away the tears. Crying isn't going to help either of them, but... whenever she thinks about the fact that she might have lost Shinjiro forever, the same way she did Prompto—
Her hands curl into fists in her lap, and she closes her eyes briefly, as though bracing herself. Crying isn't going to help.
She lets out a breath.]
You know what happened the last time you didn't talk to anyone about things.
[It's not an accusation. Her hand comes up and rubs her shoulder.]
That's why I kept pressing. I worry for you.
[She folds her arms back on the bed, resting her chin on them as she looks at the teen.]
You're my closest friend here... you know?
[Her closest friend... and someone extremely important to her. Someone she...
Could be closer with, perhaps. If he feels the same way...]
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Date: 2018-06-06 09:37 pm (UTC)Still, he wasn't in the mood to argue, nor try to persuade. Part of him knowing it'd only end up in another useless argument that he wasn't very interested in having. Not with how many the two of them seemed to have gotten into over the past few days prior to... well, this. Having her so close to tears already was also a helpful factor in keeping him from being his usual snarling self, but Fuuka generally brought out a softer side to him than he'd care to admit.
Even more so here than back home, apparently, which was why it was so difficult for him to keep up any walls around her. So when she brings up 'last time', Shinjiro visibly flinches and turns his head away. His jaw clenching because it wasn't like he didn't know that much already, hell it would have been stranger if Fuuka didn't care as much as she did, but hearing her say it out loud tugged at emotions he was still trying to sort out for himself.
And it was frustrating, because he still didn't know what to do about any of it.]
Yeah, I know. [A sigh, slowly letting his eyes travel back over to where she was resting in order to properly address her concerns. Or, at least one of them, in this case.] But that's not something you have to worry about. I wouldn't let it get that far.
[And he means it. Words stated so firmly, and much louder than his previous tone, that it was obvious he wanted her to understand that much, at least.]
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Date: 2018-06-09 03:29 pm (UTC)So losing control of your Persona is where you draw the line, but this is alright? Shinjiro!
[No, no. Fuuka won't allow this. She won't let Shinjiro hold anyone's life above his own. Not only is it not right, it's so wildly inaccurate and unfair to him.
A hard sigh.]
You're still so reckless when it comes to yourself. Haven't you realized how important you are to us?
[If she wasn't so tired, her judgment would probably be a bit better. But it isn't; and she reaches out and lightly brushes some of the bangs out of his eyes.]
You have to stop thinking like this. It's not helping anyone.
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Date: 2018-06-14 03:45 am (UTC)So it's obvious that Shinjiro is doing his best to subdue his frustrations and irritations while listening - because he's willing to listen. Let her vent or speak her mind - but the fact she's doing this now only caused him to curl his fingers around the sheets beneath him.
Funny, too, that he wasn't expecting Fuuka to be the one he'd end up having this talk with.]
So what? You sayin' I made the wrong choice in saving you? Because if that's the case, you're dumber than I thought.
[There's a scoff, because he still can't honestly believe he's having this conversation. If anything, he's doing what he can to deflect the topic from going too much deeper than it already potentially has. Likely why he's being a bit more blunt in his words than usual, but the moment he feels her hand brush against his face he's completely caught off guard. A sudden rush of red that went all the way up to his ears, before he's quickly trying to bat her away. It's very gently, and without much effort put into it, but it's also because he doesn't know how to respond to her being so sweet to him like this. :c]
I get it, Fuuka. I do, I fucked up, but if it means you're not the one sitting in this god damn bed then I'd do it all over again.