Instead, he settles into it. That's fair, she thinks. Sometimes it's comfortable to stay that way, stay secure in the moment. When all corners of yourself are touching, shielding you and grounding you. It's an odd look for him though, from what she's seen of him.
Her nails click click click on the stone between them when she lets her hand drop, waiting for Atem's answer. There's some she conjures in her own mind, but ultimately she realizes she doesn't know who Atem sees fit to fall back on, at least right away. She assumes Ryou, and that thought seems to be proven right.
Still, it's hard to miss how Atem, as bright as the sun overhead, dims when the conversation takes this direction.
This place is hard on everyone, but he's always seemed to weather it the best of anyone. Then again, his foundation for home has always been shaky. Finding yet another place to call home in this world must have taken some time, and not having anywhere to belong is harrowing, she knows. Exhausting.
She hums.]
Yes, they are. Being home and being safe are synonymous. When I think about what you've been through, though...I think a person can be home too. It doesn't have to be a place. You proved that yourself.
[After all, he lived in someone's heart. That's closer than anyone will ever get to the boy he shared a body with.
Hell, when she met Ryou, he was possessed by Atem. If that isn't significant to the trust the share, especially after hearing all this...she'd be surprised.
So she continues, clenching her hand briefly like she's afraid to let this information go, but they're sharing themselves and their homes. And it feels...good, to share.]
That's what my mother was for me. I could have lived anywhere, as long as it was with her. Is it the same way for you and Ryou?
[Of course, people are fallible. But her mother was perfect to the end, in her eyes, and she has no idea that Atem might be leaning on someone who's struggling.]
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Instead, he settles into it. That's fair, she thinks. Sometimes it's comfortable to stay that way, stay secure in the moment. When all corners of yourself are touching, shielding you and grounding you. It's an odd look for him though, from what she's seen of him.
Her nails click click click on the stone between them when she lets her hand drop, waiting for Atem's answer. There's some she conjures in her own mind, but ultimately she realizes she doesn't know who Atem sees fit to fall back on, at least right away. She assumes Ryou, and that thought seems to be proven right.
Still, it's hard to miss how Atem, as bright as the sun overhead, dims when the conversation takes this direction.
This place is hard on everyone, but he's always seemed to weather it the best of anyone. Then again, his foundation for home has always been shaky. Finding yet another place to call home in this world must have taken some time, and not having anywhere to belong is harrowing, she knows. Exhausting.
She hums.]
Yes, they are. Being home and being safe are synonymous. When I think about what you've been through, though...I think a person can be home too. It doesn't have to be a place. You proved that yourself.
[After all, he lived in someone's heart. That's closer than anyone will ever get to the boy he shared a body with.
Hell, when she met Ryou, he was possessed by Atem. If that isn't significant to the trust the share, especially after hearing all this...she'd be surprised.
So she continues, clenching her hand briefly like she's afraid to let this information go, but they're sharing themselves and their homes. And it feels...good, to share.]
That's what my mother was for me. I could have lived anywhere, as long as it was with her. Is it the same way for you and Ryou?
[Of course, people are fallible. But her mother was perfect to the end, in her eyes, and she has no idea that Atem might be leaning on someone who's struggling.]