[It's not just reassurance for Ino; it's for himself, too. He lowers his forehead onto her shoulder, and letting a few tears drop. He's so happy she's here, but-- how long has it been, for her to fall into such a state? There were cobwebs littering the room, dust collecting, she was completely unkempt, and she'd been laughing at the journal. Conversing with it. If there had been any chance that the person on the other end was real, she wouldn't be here. She'd be searching for them.
He can't help it; the guilt settles in. Why hadn't he searched sooner? Why hadn't he known? He gave up too easily-- and Ino suffered as a result. He wants so badly to believe it's a loss, like when Ino's personality had switched. But losses only affected residents, and none lasted more than a month at the most; not nearly enough time for her room to fall into such disrepair.
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[It's not just reassurance for Ino; it's for himself, too. He lowers his forehead onto her shoulder, and letting a few tears drop. He's so happy she's here, but-- how long has it been, for her to fall into such a state? There were cobwebs littering the room, dust collecting, she was completely unkempt, and she'd been laughing at the journal. Conversing with it. If there had been any chance that the person on the other end was real, she wouldn't be here. She'd be searching for them.
He can't help it; the guilt settles in. Why hadn't he searched sooner? Why hadn't he known? He gave up too easily-- and Ino suffered as a result. He wants so badly to believe it's a loss, like when Ino's personality had switched. But losses only affected residents, and none lasted more than a month at the most; not nearly enough time for her room to fall into such disrepair.
His hand tightens on hers.]
I'm sorry.