[ Reflexively, he makes a small, strangled "nyu" sound, which would undoubtedly look really silly coming out of him like this. Good thing she can't see his face like this. Better, since it also means she won't see him turn redder. Like she caught him in the middle of something... as if her statement wasn't patently obvious already. ]
T-that's... That goes without saying, doesn't it? [ Surely, she knew he'd cared about her, right? Maybe not. Back then, even he hadn't known what he was feeling - and the God of Death hadn't exactly been easy to read. He'd even said some callous things to her at the moment he gave the tentacles control. The realization causes a small pang of guilt, and he holds her a little closer unconsciously. Sorry.
Perhaps he should be more straightforward with her. But he's paralyzed by the idea. By nature, he's a weak man. He's afraid. And he doesn't want to act on his own feelings; he wants to respond to hers, even if he can't keep his arms from embracing her. (Weak, really! He'll blame the tentacles, absent or not...) ]
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T-that's... That goes without saying, doesn't it? [ Surely, she knew he'd cared about her, right? Maybe not. Back then, even he hadn't known what he was feeling - and the God of Death hadn't exactly been easy to read. He'd even said some callous things to her at the moment he gave the tentacles control. The realization causes a small pang of guilt, and he holds her a little closer unconsciously. Sorry.
Perhaps he should be more straightforward with her. But he's paralyzed by the idea. By nature, he's a weak man. He's afraid. And he doesn't want to act on his own feelings; he wants to respond to hers, even if he can't keep his arms from embracing her. (Weak, really! He'll blame the tentacles, absent or not...) ]