[She's confused by the silence. Confused, and a little concerned. Is this what they call information overload...?
Kaede rubs her fingers against the sides of the teacup, fidgeting to keep herself from speaking to interrupt whatever he's thinking about. A minute is a long, long time to sit in silence, and she can't help but worry that she might have said something wrong.]
Ummm... yeah, [she says finally, brows knitting together a little bit as she looks down into her own teacup. There's not much tea left to show her reflection, but she has to wonder how different she must look to Shuichi. More grown-up, maybe? It's hard for her to say whether or not she's changed. She'd like to think so.] I guess so.
[She glances back up, tilting her head to try to meet his eyes with a sad smile.] I thought... it would be even longer until I could see you and the others again. Not until... all of this was over. Maybe not even then. I...
[How could she put the feelings of the past few months into words? She can barely put them into song. "I've missed you," "I'm so happy to see you," "I'm so sorry," all war for being said, but none of them make it. Instead, she gives him another smile.]
I've been working on a song for you. Ah, but it's not done yet! So when I'm finished writing it, you have to promise to let me play it for you, okay?
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[She's confused by the silence. Confused, and a little concerned. Is this what they call information overload...?
Kaede rubs her fingers against the sides of the teacup, fidgeting to keep herself from speaking to interrupt whatever he's thinking about. A minute is a long, long time to sit in silence, and she can't help but worry that she might have said something wrong.]
Ummm... yeah, [she says finally, brows knitting together a little bit as she looks down into her own teacup. There's not much tea left to show her reflection, but she has to wonder how different she must look to Shuichi. More grown-up, maybe? It's hard for her to say whether or not she's changed. She'd like to think so.] I guess so.
[She glances back up, tilting her head to try to meet his eyes with a sad smile.] I thought... it would be even longer until I could see you and the others again. Not until... all of this was over. Maybe not even then. I...
[How could she put the feelings of the past few months into words? She can barely put them into song. "I've missed you," "I'm so happy to see you," "I'm so sorry," all war for being said, but none of them make it. Instead, she gives him another smile.]
I've been working on a song for you. Ah, but it's not done yet! So when I'm finished writing it, you have to promise to let me play it for you, okay?