[ he doesn't say it with the intent to earn her pity, but he can feel in her words that she isn't seeking to give it that kind of weight. it reminds him that it isn't the first he's shared a few fragmented words from his past to be met with her apology, and he realizes maybe he should be the one saying sorry, to put these tragic tales on her shoulders. he only wishes he had happier tales to share.
but his eyes watch her set the doll down, aligning them together, and it's in their parallel arrangement that he begins to notice the mirrored detail, the shift from the sample she'd presented for him to try to model after. this time, it's in the reverse, where hers bears similar flaws to the ones he'd accidentally crafted, and he knows there's purpose in her adjustment.
now, it's almost as if they were made to fit together somehow.
rather than draw attention to it, he merely looks at her with a quiet and pensive gaze, but bearing no hardened edges, like he isn't sure whether to be touched or concerned by her efforts.
when she asks about the lighter, he reaches back into his pocket, cigar held in his other hand, letting the smoke flow in the other direction. with the lighter between them, he clicks at the wheel, letting the flame spark before he lifts his eyes to her again.
he considers for a moment before he asks, ] Together?
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but his eyes watch her set the doll down, aligning them together, and it's in their parallel arrangement that he begins to notice the mirrored detail, the shift from the sample she'd presented for him to try to model after. this time, it's in the reverse, where hers bears similar flaws to the ones he'd accidentally crafted, and he knows there's purpose in her adjustment.
now, it's almost as if they were made to fit together somehow.
rather than draw attention to it, he merely looks at her with a quiet and pensive gaze, but bearing no hardened edges, like he isn't sure whether to be touched or concerned by her efforts.
when she asks about the lighter, he reaches back into his pocket, cigar held in his other hand, letting the smoke flow in the other direction. with the lighter between them, he clicks at the wheel, letting the flame spark before he lifts his eyes to her again.
he considers for a moment before he asks, ] Together?