[ Asuka's different in that regard. Crying has never proven to be very cathartic for her in the past. Tears have always been shameful, something to be hidden, something to deny. Crying means she's failing at being an adult, because adults don't cry. It's always left her exhausted and drained and feeling like nothing is ever going to be right. It's why she's still holding it back now, trying to avoid falling apart. ]
What-?
[ She's surprised when he stands and speaks, but she follows automatically. The nudge to her shoulder makes her heart skip and almost instantly there's a nagging whisper of suspicion in her ear. What does this mean? Why is he doing this? What does he want? But then there's the part that's wanted this since day one and that part of her is happy to lead, heart hammering away in her chest. ]
I've got a room. Did you pick one out yet? [ Despite the suddenly too casual subject, there's a tremble in her voice and a tightness in her throat. The tears haven't been stopped, just temporarily put on hold. She adjusts her robes and starts to lead. Her room isn't that far away and it's spartan and relatively bare - especially when compared to her room in Germany or the cramped apartment she'd shared in Tokyo-3. She settles onto the bed and glances up at him. ]
Why'd you want to move? [ She sort of knows the answer and even here, cut off from the eyes of everyone else (but not their minds; there's really nowhere they can go where they won't have an audience), she's holding back the tears, trying to force back the sting at the corner of her eye with sheer willpower. It's going to crack, through. Just give it time. ]
no subject
What-?
[ She's surprised when he stands and speaks, but she follows automatically. The nudge to her shoulder makes her heart skip and almost instantly there's a nagging whisper of suspicion in her ear. What does this mean? Why is he doing this? What does he want? But then there's the part that's wanted this since day one and that part of her is happy to lead, heart hammering away in her chest. ]
I've got a room. Did you pick one out yet? [ Despite the suddenly too casual subject, there's a tremble in her voice and a tightness in her throat. The tears haven't been stopped, just temporarily put on hold. She adjusts her robes and starts to lead. Her room isn't that far away and it's spartan and relatively bare - especially when compared to her room in Germany or the cramped apartment she'd shared in Tokyo-3. She settles onto the bed and glances up at him. ]
Why'd you want to move? [ She sort of knows the answer and even here, cut off from the eyes of everyone else (but not their minds; there's really nowhere they can go where they won't have an audience), she's holding back the tears, trying to force back the sting at the corner of her eye with sheer willpower. It's going to crack, through. Just give it time. ]