[ She's too dazed to be bewildered by all that he does beyond her expectations, so Satoru would find it easy to fuss over her shoes and blankets and sheets, though she is not too dazed to feel embarrassed by how helpless she is at the moment. It's clear in the way he brows are knitted together, how her cheeks are flushed that she's not... used to being treated like this.
When was the last time anyone took care of her like this, anyhow...? Even when last she caught an illness severe enough to confine her to her bed, she'd had to turn guests away and deal with it by herself. She remembers the ache of loneliness in those days when she had no one to rely on but herself... The fear of loneliness, too.
Perhaps it's that realization which suddenly spurred her to reach out for Satoru. She can scarcely believe what she's done, herself, as her lips press into a thin line and she hums with an uncertain quiver to her voice. ]
I...
[ Her fingers tighten against the fabric and tug once more. ]
If you could... Stay, just a moment... please? I still feel scared...
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When was the last time anyone took care of her like this, anyhow...? Even when last she caught an illness severe enough to confine her to her bed, she'd had to turn guests away and deal with it by herself. She remembers the ache of loneliness in those days when she had no one to rely on but herself... The fear of loneliness, too.
Perhaps it's that realization which suddenly spurred her to reach out for Satoru. She can scarcely believe what she's done, herself, as her lips press into a thin line and she hums with an uncertain quiver to her voice. ]
I...
[ Her fingers tighten against the fabric and tug once more. ]
If you could... Stay, just a moment... please? I still feel scared...