[The truth is that Maya has been watching her door anxiously. While she can appreciate his consideration in giving her space, it's been his face that she's been dying to see. After everything, the hope she had tried to impart on him and the despair that she had wrought, she wants to know that he's still there.
Of course, once he turns the corner, stares at her and lowers himself to sit beside her, Maya realizes that she's not ready. She's yet to get a grip on her emotions, has found herself weeping off and on since Peregrine had found her in the woods.
But then, even if she was fully resolute, she could never stomach any of this.
Balancing the tea in one hand, Maya lifts the other to stroke over his cheek. She thumbs against some of the stray whiskers, smile wobbling even as the tears begin to pour down anew.]
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Of course, once he turns the corner, stares at her and lowers himself to sit beside her, Maya realizes that she's not ready. She's yet to get a grip on her emotions, has found herself weeping off and on since Peregrine had found her in the woods.
But then, even if she was fully resolute, she could never stomach any of this.
Balancing the tea in one hand, Maya lifts the other to stroke over his cheek. She thumbs against some of the stray whiskers, smile wobbling even as the tears begin to pour down anew.]
It's me, Otousan. I'm here.