[ The support is strange, but not unpleasant. For a minute more Lightning is simply silent, busy soaking up the heat and scent of Zack's body contrasting with the ocean's crisp air, idly rubbing a gritty path over his back as she scoops her thoughts back together and tries to make sense of herself and situation.
When she pulls away finally, the circles of tiredness have darkened almost to the color of bruises under her eyes; she rubs her fingers over them too as if she can feel them there, sniffs as she tries to regain her composure. Barring her hysterics after being revived from being killed as a Cie'th, she can't remember the last time she broke down quite like this. Maybe she really did need it, though. ]
You're right.
[ And despite the coarseness to her voice, there's the stronger tone, the subtle straightening. She opens her mouth to say more, but then leaves it at that, staring down with a frown at her hands. ]
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When she pulls away finally, the circles of tiredness have darkened almost to the color of bruises under her eyes; she rubs her fingers over them too as if she can feel them there, sniffs as she tries to regain her composure. Barring her hysterics after being revived from being killed as a Cie'th, she can't remember the last time she broke down quite like this. Maybe she really did need it, though. ]
You're right.
[ And despite the coarseness to her voice, there's the stronger tone, the subtle straightening. She opens her mouth to say more, but then leaves it at that, staring down with a frown at her hands. ]