[He nods, thinking Martel should be just about done and ready to go. This is where he should start hoisting himself out of his seat, but he hesitates. Suddenly, he wonders when he will ever see Sayo again, once he walks out the door with his sister. For a fleeting moment of folded-up loneliness, he's struck with the clawing impulse to tell her about the anonymously written messages. Had she figured it out? Would she remember?
The fledgling words die in the back of his throat. He seals his mouth shut. He isn't ready to let her connect the pieces of himself that he's already shared.
He stands to go to his sister, walking down the hall to the room that had been his and leaving everything unfinished.]
[Action] Backdated to January 11th
The fledgling words die in the back of his throat. He seals his mouth shut. He isn't ready to let her connect the pieces of himself that he's already shared.
He stands to go to his sister, walking down the hall to the room that had been his and leaving everything unfinished.]