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I should be working on RCC right now
He kept staring down the street, watching the carts rattle by and the still-few shop fronts, still with that strange thoughtful expression, and she waited, watching him with her nerves on edge, waiting for something to happen, for the explosion that so often happened when he acted differently.
"You built a real city," he repeated softly for the third time, then suddenly his gaze shifted as he looked at her - looked, as though seeing her for the first time, as though he was trying to place who she was. She waited, her words caught in her throat by a fear she couldn't show. He'd always remembered her - remembered his crew, even if he forgot other people or events. What would she do if he forgot her...?
His next words came unexpectedly. "We aren't teenagers anymore," he said, still softly, and finally looked away again, back down the street. "We haven't been for a really long time, have we."
"You built a real city," he repeated softly for the third time, then suddenly his gaze shifted as he looked at her - looked, as though seeing her for the first time, as though he was trying to place who she was. She waited, her words caught in her throat by a fear she couldn't show. He'd always remembered her - remembered his crew, even if he forgot other people or events. What would she do if he forgot her...?
His next words came unexpectedly. "We aren't teenagers anymore," he said, still softly, and finally looked away again, back down the street. "We haven't been for a really long time, have we."
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She did her best not to be offended by the nice. She didn't even know if he was seeing the house, what he was seeing. She hugged him, briefly and carefully, and stepped back as quickly as she could without making it look quick. Her heart was not breaking. She didn't have room for melodramatic shit like that.
"I'll be around." She smiled crookedly. "It's my city, after all."
She hesitated for a moment in the doorway. "There's rice in the cupboard and canned veg, some whole spices. The milkman comes around once a week, if you want dairy."
She stepped out of the door, wanting to say something else, having nothing else to day. "...Take care of yourself, Leo, okay?"
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Leo looks around at the room again; the house, built by Cya for him, furnished especially for him, stocked with food for him. He couldn't possibly deserve it. (They were crew, this is what crew did, wasn't it?) (But he couldn't possibly...)
It was, in short, entirely too much. Everything, not just the house, but the city, the realizations, the everything, it was too much.
You're being rude, whispered a corner of his mind, and it was true, and he didn't want to be rude, especially not to Cya, not after this, not while she was worried about him, but honesty, he thought, was beyond him at the moment. He looked back at the door just behind him, at Cya just outside, and on an impulse he gave an abrupt bow of gratitude.
"Kouei ni zonjimasu." His voice wavered as the words almost - almost - wouldn't come out. (She probably didn't understand them anyway, but that... that was less important at the moment.) Then, hurriedly before he broke down completely, he closed the door.
(Scene?)
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