[ OK WELL HE REGRETS TRAUMATIZING THEM>?? HE WON'T LET IT HAPPEN AGAIN
Kurapika doesn't even get a little offended at her snappish reply; no, he understands exactly where she's coming from. For a rare moment, he empathizes with that raw type of self-protection, briefly reminded of himself, after leaving Lukso for the last time. Angry at everything, shoving everyone away. In a hurry - always in a hurry.
He looks down. ]
Neither do I. [ Pocketing his phone, and folding up the brochure on the table, he avoids eye contact to keep from pressuring her or crowding her too much. He thinks of the last time blood that wasn't his was on his face, how he felt volatile and like he wanted no one to acknowledge it, while also doing nothing to hide it. ] Assuming you've already read this, the both of us should be able to advance now.
[ Because the best salve for that state is always to move forward - at least, that's what he always told himself, too. It seems like she's in agreement, with her eagerness to press forward. Normally, he'd think privately to himself that it'd be advantageous to him to move forward by himself, as he can't rely on the people inside this car. But he decides against it, pushing himself up from the table. ]
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Kurapika doesn't even get a little offended at her snappish reply; no, he understands exactly where she's coming from. For a rare moment, he empathizes with that raw type of self-protection, briefly reminded of himself, after leaving Lukso for the last time. Angry at everything, shoving everyone away. In a hurry - always in a hurry.
He looks down. ]
Neither do I. [ Pocketing his phone, and folding up the brochure on the table, he avoids eye contact to keep from pressuring her or crowding her too much. He thinks of the last time blood that wasn't his was on his face, how he felt volatile and like he wanted no one to acknowledge it, while also doing nothing to hide it. ] Assuming you've already read this, the both of us should be able to advance now.
[ Because the best salve for that state is always to move forward - at least, that's what he always told himself, too. It seems like she's in agreement, with her eagerness to press forward. Normally, he'd think privately to himself that it'd be advantageous to him to move forward by himself, as he can't rely on the people inside this car. But he decides against it, pushing himself up from the table. ]
If you'll "befriend me," that is.