Y-yeah, it... It wasn't. Thanks for, uh, helping...
(Smiles.)
...Pardon? I am unable to recall how or in what manner you may have deceived me. May you enlighten me?
(His expression is calm and stern, with just the faintest hint that he may be hurt.)
Bleh, sorry Spaz, I gotta cut it off here. Can I have an IOU on this convo for tomorrow? G'night.
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019... Just the names. And that they were gone.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-Closes his eyes-
-Memories begin flooding in, though it's far more intense than that. The Doctor feels the smoke in his eyes and the guilty prickle on the back of his neck from where he knows Tifa is eyeing him and the stove with amusement and disapproval, and smells Denzel's scent curling around the corner where he knows he "snuck out" with a friend. He tastes blood in his mouth but feels the euphoria of a proper fight with a small gaggle of children egging both sides on, sensing the vibration of creaking steel being welded into place for the new office building through the hum in the air. The warmth leeches through the blankets as he lies in bed, staring in disbelief about what he ever did to deserve something like this and still not quite believing it's all real, wanting to reach out and touch her again just to make sure she was still alive-
-And then it stops-
...
I'm — I'm not good with words. I think I annoyed Fen, and this is still easier.
MY SOUL IS DARK BUT MY HAIR IS COLORFUL — Brahian Pokémon Alchemist-Looks pretty disorientated by the sudden emotions of home family life-
I... what's wrong between you two?
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?...Nothing was. Everything was... it was great. I was having some problems... it's — they're different ones than I have now, but — everything was getting better. We had us, and the kids, and we were rebuilding with the rest of the survivors... I — we can't have kids together, but — we were taking care of — of the kids. The ones from the streets. We were...
...
I was gonna propose. I was too afraid to for a while. I... on the way home, I decided to, sort of.
MY SOUL IS DARK BUT MY HAIR IS COLORFUL — Brahian Pokémon Alchemist-Had meant Fen, but nods-
... The hole never fills, does it?
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?

-Still humming that dorky tune-