[ She was expecting him to start rambling about something, certainly - with that dramatic tone, maybe something important, like a job, or moving, or something similarly mature and adulty. Alternatively, something completely inane and immature. Really, it could go either way with him. He may have grown up in the time she's known him (she likes to think that it's her influence, just a little, at least), but some things won't change. Secretly, she's glad that part of him hasn't disappeared. Maybe he's embarrassing, ridiculous, occasionally insufferable, but it was that enthusiasm of his that drew her to him in the first place, and that what he's gone through hasn't snuffed it out is a small miracle.
With that in mind, she was certainly expecting him to ramble. But not about this.
At first, Kurisu doesn't quite process the meaning of his words. It sounds like he wants to live together with her, and she blinks in surprise before a wry, fond smile softens her expression. Because she would if she could - she'd said it before, but she needs to stay in America to research, and he has his own ties to Japan, and it was all depressingly difficult, really, and he should know this already. Their relationship is ever punctuated by distance, whether in time or space, apparently. But then he keeps going, says he'll follow her, says he won't hold her back, wants to see her every night, wants -- kids?! her blush is as instantaneous as ever, but she can't even yell at him about saying something embarrassing like that in public because they're alone and this is really, truly, honestly starting to sound like - a marriage proposal.
Before she knows it, he's down on one knee. ]
O... Okabe, are you... [ her voice is high-pitched, cracks a little, and her fists are held tight at her sides - she feels like all her muscles have locked up. She's not even sure what she was going to say to him. Suddenly, thinking is distressingly difficult. All she can do is stare at him, wide-eyed, heart in her throat. ]
returns literally a year later
With that in mind, she was certainly expecting him to ramble. But not about this.
At first, Kurisu doesn't quite process the meaning of his words. It sounds like he wants to live together with her, and she blinks in surprise before a wry, fond smile softens her expression. Because she would if she could - she'd said it before, but she needs to stay in America to research, and he has his own ties to Japan, and it was all depressingly difficult, really, and he should know this already. Their relationship is ever punctuated by distance, whether in time or space, apparently. But then he keeps going, says he'll follow her, says he won't hold her back, wants to see her every night, wants -- kids?! her blush is as instantaneous as ever, but she can't even yell at him about saying something embarrassing like that in public because they're alone and this is really, truly, honestly starting to sound like - a marriage proposal.
Before she knows it, he's down on one knee. ]
O... Okabe, are you... [ her voice is high-pitched, cracks a little, and her fists are held tight at her sides - she feels like all her muscles have locked up. She's not even sure what she was going to say to him. Suddenly, thinking is distressingly difficult. All she can do is stare at him, wide-eyed, heart in her throat. ]