[ Knowing him also means she knows that this is hardly nothing. Not in the same way it might be to those who had less to contend with than they have. Days of paperwork. Weeks of mopping up the residual issues. Soothing the nerves of a hurting society while ignoring their own. Lifetimes to grieve the inherent loss, without the time necessary. They simply have to take what comes. It's difficult, sometimes. His expression gives her heart. So unlike him, and yet she can't think of anyone else who could wear the shift as well as he does.
Akane's eyes flicker over his face fondly. Decisively. Her fingers unclasp, and she tilts her face to lean up into him. Jaw angled, she presses a light kiss to his mouth, capturing his bottom lip between her own. One hand glides over his shoulder and rumples delicately over the material of his shirt. Her index finger snags below his collar, on the first button. Pulling him down to her while she leans back.
If she's welcome, she won't mind getting comfortable. ]
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Akane's eyes flicker over his face fondly. Decisively. Her fingers unclasp, and she tilts her face to lean up into him. Jaw angled, she presses a light kiss to his mouth, capturing his bottom lip between her own. One hand glides over his shoulder and rumples delicately over the material of his shirt. Her index finger snags below his collar, on the first button. Pulling him down to her while she leans back.
If she's welcome, she won't mind getting comfortable. ]