[ Call it a victory or call it a stalemate. She pushes the boundary with a gentle hand just to allow him the flexibility to think about it for himself. Akane knows how set in his ways he truly is — how much he shoulders even while worrying about her. Dutiful to a fault, his kind of nobility is nearly old-fashioned. She finds there's really no other way to look at him, not even when the way he reflects on himself is so unkind. Damaged, irreparable. Her sessions with the Professor have made her wise to the darker thoughts that run parallel to the strength of Ginoza's loyalty. And to the way he still carefully pushes them aside when he must. Because he is alive, and that's what matters.
Akane pulls away when his hands settle at her waist. Her arms balance against the juncture of his shoulders, fingers idly lacing behind his head. She goes nose to nose with him, smile warming up, spreading to the rest of her face. Not just because she gets him to agree, but — ]
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Akane pulls away when his hands settle at her waist. Her arms balance against the juncture of his shoulders, fingers idly lacing behind his head. She goes nose to nose with him, smile warming up, spreading to the rest of her face. Not just because she gets him to agree, but — ]
Thank you. For letting me stay.