[They're doing it. They're talking about feelings and "that emotion stuff", and whatever turbulence that comes out of it, let it. It isn't often they get this opportunity.
Lightning's eyes remain fixed on him, unmoving and intense as ever as they drill into his, while she holds on to every word he says. Few as they are, it doesn't make any one of them less important to her. The fact that he chooses to say so little about only serves to deepen her concern and in turn, her stare. At some point, her hand moves from his face to his shoulder where she gives it a light and reassuring squeeze – she may not be good at talking about these things, but she sure as hell can try to inspire.
She figured that that was the case – not grieving. Duty comes first, after all... but she knows now that the process is all a part of being human. Lightning had lost Serah twice and the first time, she gave into anger and the second, weakness. It was grieving, but not proper; it was done in all the wrong ways that she knew even at the time that it was the way Serah would have wanted.
For him, she can respect that he still had Noct to watch over, but that doesn't mean he isn't allowed to talk about it. Not that she's an expert on the subject of emotions, but she's learning too!
The mention of his sister puts a twitch in the corner of her lip.]
It's good that Iris is happy.
[That part is important and while she doesn't want to diminish that, if she wanted to know, she would have just asked Iris herself. Lightning's finger brushes against his jaw, and she shifts in her chair to move herself a little closer. Her voice drops low – not quite a whisper, but it's intimate.]
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Lightning's eyes remain fixed on him, unmoving and intense as ever as they drill into his, while she holds on to every word he says. Few as they are, it doesn't make any one of them less important to her. The fact that he chooses to say so little about only serves to deepen her concern and in turn, her stare. At some point, her hand moves from his face to his shoulder where she gives it a light and reassuring squeeze – she may not be good at talking about these things, but she sure as hell can try to inspire.
She figured that that was the case – not grieving. Duty comes first, after all... but she knows now that the process is all a part of being human. Lightning had lost Serah twice and the first time, she gave into anger and the second, weakness. It was grieving, but not proper; it was done in all the wrong ways that she knew even at the time that it was the way Serah would have wanted.
For him, she can respect that he still had Noct to watch over, but that doesn't mean he isn't allowed to talk about it. Not that she's an expert on the subject of emotions, but she's learning too!
The mention of his sister puts a twitch in the corner of her lip.]
It's good that Iris is happy.
[That part is important and while she doesn't want to diminish that, if she wanted to know, she would have just asked Iris herself. Lightning's finger brushes against his jaw, and she shifts in her chair to move herself a little closer. Her voice drops low – not quite a whisper, but it's intimate.]
... But I didn't ask about her.