[It's like he suddenly realizes that this is a normal conversation, and he's having it with a human. Frightening and strange, how he can halfway forget in softly suspended moments. His deeply-ingrained doubts pull him back into his shell a little more; he can only go so far in one day. Back to simple answers, but his voice is softened.]
...Yes, it was alright. [If by that, they mean it was more than he could have ever imagined.]
We should be fine. [He didn't have too much here - clothes and things like that could be packed easily. And even without the use of his hands, he could carry a little on his shoulders.]
[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
...Yes, it was alright. [If by that, they mean it was more than he could have ever imagined.]
We should be fine. [He didn't have too much here - clothes and things like that could be packed easily. And even without the use of his hands, he could carry a little on his shoulders.]
[Action] Backdated to January 11th
[She nods. This is good.]
Go ahead and help Martel-san, then, so we don't keep her waiting too long.
[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.]