[ If Aerith looked up at Lightning, she'd see a pretty impressive cycle of emotions that only rarely appear on the woman's face- in particular, uncertainty and sorrow, for once completely unmarred by anger. She lingers by the door awkwardly, feeling weird about going into personal space when she wasn't invited... and coming to realize that everything that comes to mind, everything she'd thought of to say during the week Aerith was gone, is totally useless.
For a moment she presses the thumb side of her fist to her brow, but then finally moves forward, sitting on the very edge of the bed with room to spare between them. ]
no subject
For a moment she presses the thumb side of her fist to her brow, but then finally moves forward, sitting on the very edge of the bed with room to spare between them. ]
... I'm sorry.