[His smile does drop when she notes that he's not doing as well as he wants her to think he is, but what follows reads to Masaomi as if they're not as done as she'd implied they were, that maybe her reaction to his death really was just a tsundere slip. Maybe it is some lame anime cliche, but cliches are comforting to cling to.]
[ there's a pause, in which her eyes fall down to the lunch on his lap. ]
Am I your mother? [ it doesn't come out as derisive or as snappy as she'd intended it to be, somehow. ] You wouldn't accept my help anyway. [ she recalls they're a lot more alike than it might seem. ]
I'd definitely accept your help. You'd be such a sweet girlfriend, making bento every morning and saving all your smiles for me.
[A silly fantasy. He's been living in those a lot since Haven, as a way to pass the time. So even though she's right, in more ways than one, he doesn't acknowledge it, choosing the fantasy over the reality.
[ it's a ridiculous idea, especially in the context of haven. of everything they've been through, together and separately. yet another thing they have in common (yet not really): when he runs, he runs to fantasy. when she runs, she clings to the harsh reality. ]
...I save my smiles for when I have reason to. [ she eyes his. ] So should you.
[He feels like he can't properly appreciate that rising blush today, but he pushes on none-the-less. This is the first silly conversation he's had in a while.]
No, you just don't listen! [ ugh, it's far too easy to rile her up, but admittedly she'd been on edge ever since she'd shown up with that little peace offering. now all she wants to do is get away and hide for a few hours to try and forget it ever happened.
which is what she'll be trying to do now, huffing towards the exit. ]
[...Right. Now he has to figure out how to stomach this lunch because there's no way in hell that he's going to let food a girl made for him go to waste. Perhaps the mere fact that a girl made it for him will ease its progress down his unwilling throat.]
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I'd like it better if you took care of me.
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Am I your mother? [ it doesn't come out as derisive or as snappy as she'd intended it to be, somehow. ] You wouldn't accept my help anyway. [ she recalls they're a lot more alike than it might seem. ]
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[A silly fantasy. He's been living in those a lot since Haven, as a way to pass the time. So even though she's right, in more ways than one, he doesn't acknowledge it, choosing the fantasy over the reality.
His smile grows just a little too wide.]
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...I save my smiles for when I have reason to. [ she eyes his. ] So should you.
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And you're too modest!
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which is what she'll be trying to do now, huffing towards the exit. ]
Do whatever you want, it's your life!
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What if I want to eat with you?
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[ not really but wait did she just imply—?! ]
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I will!
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she's just going to hightail it out of there okay!! ]
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