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[He's...willing to listen for that. He really, really is.

His eyes don't move from the ceiling.]

Who are you then, if not Saya?

[His tone is vaguely amused, though.]

[That actually wasn't the question she was answering. It was more of a verbal negation of something that went through her head-

... But she isn't quite awake enough to explain that to him.]

Does it matter?

[Actual response? Still talking to herself? .... Who really knows?]

[Thoughtful. So thoughtfully.]

Of course it does. I don't think I would want to be in this position otherwise.

[. . .

It's only the sense that she's missing a chance to make fun of him- or that he's making fun of her, she has a sense of that too- that she wakes up just a bit more.

More sleepy blinking and it's unsure whether or not that even registers in her head, since she promptly ignores it.

Sitting up and rubbing her eyes, she rolls her shoulders.]

Mornin'....

Good morning.

[And now he'll sit up, running a hand through bed-hair absently.]

[Streeeeeetch~ .... and it takes lots of willpower not to just flop again.

And she has to ask-]

What are we doing today?

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[He pauses, and then...hesitantly, and not quite looking at her--]

We could take a look around. I don't hear any roaring or earth-shattering footsteps, so now would be a good time to see if...anyone needs anything.

[...ahem.]

And to gather information on what happened.

[Yeah that's better.]

[She tilts her head and... it's pretty clear to her that he's not feeling 100%. So she bumps shoulders with him- leaning against him for just a bit longer as she grins up at him.]

We can do that.

[And then she moves back, standing up on the bed before hopping off.]

Juuuuust let me wake up first.

Sure.

[...]

I'm not going anywhere.

[... she really isn't the best actress. Not to mention it's not very fair if she tried to fake after telling him not to. The surprise remains on her face for a long second before she plasters on a slightly sad smile.]

We'll see.

[Her gaze drops to the floor contemplatively before she turns, heading for the door. A beat.]

I mean, one of us has to grab breakfast, right?

[She leaves without waiting for an answer.]

[...it's a very sudden realization.

...

...

...And quietly, to himself:]

No. We can get breakfast together.

[He'll still be there when she gets back; he hasn't moved an inch from his original position.]

[When she does come back, hair still a bit damp from her shower, she pieced herself back together. After beating herself up for being so dramatic, it wasn't hard to slap on a smile and resume her cheery ways. So when she skips back into her room, finding him right there where she left him, she's... quite confused. A bit of a laugh.]

Your legs not working or something?

[... but he doesn't look happy. Oopsie. Scratching her head nervously, she takes a chance.]

Or am I in trouble? I swear, my room was cleaner before yesterday.

[He lets the comments pass, tilting his head and...sighs for a moment.

And then he looks at her. He's smiling, but it's...a half-smile. Wry. Somewhat serious. And surprisingly honest.]

You know, it sounds horribly stupid considering the nature of this world...

But I'm not going to leave you.

[Way to catch her off-guard. She freezes at his words, feeling as if she got caught doing something wrong. Feeling something wrong, maybe?

So she averts her gaze and forces a tight smile.]

You're right, that is stupid.

Let's not do this, then. So we don't want to say stupid things.

[He watches her then, expression the same as before, but his words are calm.]

What sort of stupid things? I've seemed to make a habit of saying them, so I might as well get it all out now.

...What are you so afraid of, Saya?

[She takes a step back, stance defensive as she frowns at him. There's a distant bell ringing in her head. Hadn't she been asked that exact same question before?]

More stupid things. There's - [everything] - nothing to be afraid of.

Where'd this come from? I'm fine!

Okay well. If it's something stupid, it shouldn't be bad at all to say.

[...]

Saya...Why is it that we can talk about my problems, but not yours?

[Immediate response!]

Because I don't have problems. I'm surprisingly content, believe it or not.

[A pause. ... Hm.]

... besides, even if I did have problems... I doubt they're of any interest to you. So why bother trying to dig any up?

[...Heh.]

Really? That's...what you think? Your problems aren't of interest to me?

My hypothetical problems. I mean... if I'm happy as is, which I am, then they can't all that bad! So if they're not of importance, why waste your attention on them?

Because they're yours. I don't care if they're as small as Motz drinking your milk.

Of course they [matter--] are of interest to me.

[One day, the things that make her happy won't hurt so much at the same time.]

Now you're just saying more stupid things.

Maybe. Don't you think it's your turn to return the favor?

Stupid or not. I'd...like to hear tham.

[... She bites her lip. It's really hard to be angry when he's being so genuine about things for once. A sharp sigh and she plops down on the bed. Quiet for a long while, she wonders what she's supposed to do.

What he's saying... He's getting closer and closer. She thought she was okay with this, and she thought that she could handle everything that came her way as long as he was there. But then he left. Maybe it was better if he did that again, so she wouldn't have to be abandoned again. So she turns to him and starts.]

You're--

[-- my problem.

The words die in her throat. She can't do it. It's not only a lie to her best friend, it'd be too much to lose him again.

So with a defeated look, she turns away from him again.]

Promise you won't leave me?

[...That's what this is about. He thought that that was it. He laughs quietly, once to himself, almost more a sigh than a laugh. He's certainly not laughing at her.

And he looks at her solemnly, even though she isn't looking at him.]

Saya. So long as the choice is mine to make, I'm not going to leave you.

[There are so many thoughts pressing on him then. What about the promise to Leila? Lord Hector? Ostia? What about what about what about?

But this is more important...just in this moment at least. He means every word.]

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