[ Not always out, not always in sight, but Jaime is a hoarder of sentiment. Unlike Ruka, who tries to bury her pains and her losses in dark places where no one can trespass, Jaime almost keeps vigils for it. Mementos on a desk; paintings in the hallway; photographs tucked into frames, into books, onto the bare spaces of the walls.
Her thumb runs along the back of his for idle comfort, wondering how to explain it. ]
I suppose... I wanted a closer look, at the kind of person he was, first. Make sure the face he wore actually belonged to him.
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[ Not always out, not always in sight, but Jaime is a hoarder of sentiment. Unlike Ruka, who tries to bury her pains and her losses in dark places where no one can trespass, Jaime almost keeps vigils for it. Mementos on a desk; paintings in the hallway; photographs tucked into frames, into books, onto the bare spaces of the walls.
Her thumb runs along the back of his for idle comfort, wondering how to explain it. ]
I suppose... I wanted a closer look, at the kind of person he was, first. Make sure the face he wore actually belonged to him.