Says the one who is definitely not going to knock next time...
[Exasperated, but-- there's a fondness there now too, and one that'll sound more familiar than the distance that was there before.]
[But as he watches her leave, waving despite her back facing him, a thought strikes him. He really didn't want her to leave, did he? For all that she must think it would be unfair to try and pick up her friendship with him where she left off with the last Ranpo, Ranpo himself can't deny feeling a similar desire. Wouldn't it be nice to have someone here to be genuinely close with? To have that connection right away, without waiting the necessary days and weeks and months for them to open and trust each other?]
[It's not as though he was totally alone here. He had friends, he had his roommate, there were even other people from his world here... but none of them were his family in the way that the ADA was. And he really never realized just how much he depended on their presence just in his day to day life.]
[He didn't want her to leave... because he didn't want to be alone. How pathetic has he become, to be so worked up over feeling a little lonely?]
[When Setsura returns to Ranpo's room, she'll find him sitting just where she left him -- but now with a hand held over his eyes, mouth scrunched up, and shoulders trembling ever so slightly.]
[Had she ever actually seen him cry before? Clearly this wasn't something he meant for her to see.]
[ It isn't something he meant for her to see. He didn't expect her back so soon, that much is obvious, and so many more things become obvious as she stands there looking at him from the other side of the window she'd been set to open. It isn't sealed so well that she can't hear him, every shuddering breath, and where some people might think to bow out and leave Ranpo to what was likely meant as a private moment, the thought doesn't occur to her here, now.
Opening the window quietly, she climbs through and closes it just the same. Without a hint of ceremony, she drops beside him and wraps an arm around him, pulling him into her arms against her. ]
[He hears the window opening, but doesn't really have much time to react -- looking up with wide, visibly tearful eyes, before quickly bending forward to cover and wipe them away. But while he won't return the hug, he won't push her away either. He needs it even more than he himself realizes.]
[He sniffles, reaching up to rest one hand over her arm, while the other rubs his face. It's about as close to hugging her back as he'll get.]
[Maybe he wasn't the Ranpo she knew, but... he was still "Ranpo" wasn't he? If she would allow it, maybe she could be someone he could lean on? Even if only just a little.]
[He makes a soft sound of affirmation, his head resting on her shoulder. Even now, he's clearly trying to compose himself, to dry his tears and calm himself down. But-- it's hard. For someone like Ranpo, who didn't typically allow himself this level of vulnerability, it was hard to reel it back in once cast.]
[And maybe a part of him doesn't want to. Is there anyone else here in this world he'd feel comfortable showing this side of himself to? Even now, even while being held in Setsura's arms and comforted, he feels like he should be pulling himself together.]
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[Exasperated, but-- there's a fondness there now too, and one that'll sound more familiar than the distance that was there before.]
[But as he watches her leave, waving despite her back facing him, a thought strikes him. He really didn't want her to leave, did he? For all that she must think it would be unfair to try and pick up her friendship with him where she left off with the last Ranpo, Ranpo himself can't deny feeling a similar desire. Wouldn't it be nice to have someone here to be genuinely close with? To have that connection right away, without waiting the necessary days and weeks and months for them to open and trust each other?]
[It's not as though he was totally alone here. He had friends, he had his roommate, there were even other people from his world here... but none of them were his family in the way that the ADA was. And he really never realized just how much he depended on their presence just in his day to day life.]
[He didn't want her to leave... because he didn't want to be alone. How pathetic has he become, to be so worked up over feeling a little lonely?]
[When Setsura returns to Ranpo's room, she'll find him sitting just where she left him -- but now with a hand held over his eyes, mouth scrunched up, and shoulders trembling ever so slightly.]
[Had she ever actually seen him cry before? Clearly this wasn't something he meant for her to see.]
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Opening the window quietly, she climbs through and closes it just the same. Without a hint of ceremony, she drops beside him and wraps an arm around him, pulling him into her arms against her. ]
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...see, I said you wouldn't knock...
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I never said I would, you know.
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[He sniffles, reaching up to rest one hand over her arm, while the other rubs his face. It's about as close to hugging her back as he'll get.]
[Maybe he wasn't the Ranpo she knew, but... he was still "Ranpo" wasn't he? If she would allow it, maybe she could be someone he could lean on? Even if only just a little.]
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[ She says it simply, softly and within those three words is so much. She's here and she isn't going to go and leave him alone. ]
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[And maybe a part of him doesn't want to. Is there anyone else here in this world he'd feel comfortable showing this side of himself to? Even now, even while being held in Setsura's arms and comforted, he feels like he should be pulling himself together.]
...sorry. Just... need a minute.
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[ Turning her head into his, she gives him a nuzzle, but she doesn't press. She meant it, after all. ]