( it'll be fine, he says. an admirable sentiment to push forth when no, it doesn't really feel like it will be. distantly, clarke's aware that her grief is misplaced. she never knew the elf, had only learned his name when they'd begun whispering it with the reverence of the recently departed. the initial pain they'd all experienced like one simultaneous breath has faded from her sternum, and it feels inappropriate to cry over strangers in the presence of someone who'd known them.
so she forces herself to look shiro in the eye. offer some weak semblance of a smile. nod her head and nod cry. )
Do you still want to punch tent poles? ( punctuated with a squeeze of his fingers, like this is an inside joke now. ) I don't know what else to talk about.
( but i'll try hangs in the air between them, unspoken but earnest and wholly meant. )
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so she forces herself to look shiro in the eye. offer some weak semblance of a smile. nod her head and nod cry. )
Do you still want to punch tent poles? ( punctuated with a squeeze of his fingers, like this is an inside joke now. ) I don't know what else to talk about.
( but i'll try hangs in the air between them, unspoken but earnest and wholly meant. )