[ He smiles at her. Today's been... challenging. He knows the future will be even more challenging, when the things that have been given to him are taken away again. They always are. But for now, she's here, and so is he. And they'll be together for the forseeable future. The Porter likes them, after all. In a way, this helped more than anything else, listening to her talk about her past, slow and steady, having her trust him with that, learning about some of her past hurts as he cradles his own.
He always wants to know more about her. More about who she was, what she's been through. Maybe it's so that he knows what he has to be now. ]
I know, [ he says, voice low, fond. And he does. Even when he has his doubts about some of the strength of his feelings, just how swept up he finds himself, Ruka cares. She did even before they started dating. It's part of what drew him to her in the first place. The book she had given him, new years, calling him, watching others without them knowing just how much she was trying to help them, save them from themselves... ]
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He always wants to know more about her. More about who she was, what she's been through. Maybe it's so that he knows what he has to be now. ]
I know, [ he says, voice low, fond. And he does. Even when he has his doubts about some of the strength of his feelings, just how swept up he finds himself, Ruka cares. She did even before they started dating. It's part of what drew him to her in the first place. The book she had given him, new years, calling him, watching others without them knowing just how much she was trying to help them, save them from themselves... ]
...you've showed me.