[Aubrey leans back at that, albeit staying close. Part of her never wants to look away from Mari’s perfect, beautiful face again—but Mari is looking elsewhere, and Aubrey wipes her eyes and follows that gaze back up to Armin.]
O-oh, sorry… This is my friend Armin. Armin, Mari.
[She tears herself back as Mari offers Armin a handshake; Mari stands, while she’s at it, and when Aubrey helps her up, Aubrey keeps her hand held tight.]
[For once, things actually feel, truly and with no denial, like they could be okay.]
4/4
[…Huh?]
[Aubrey leans back at that, albeit staying close. Part of her never wants to look away from Mari’s perfect, beautiful face again—but Mari is looking elsewhere, and Aubrey wipes her eyes and follows that gaze back up to Armin.]
O-oh, sorry… This is my friend Armin. Armin, Mari.
[She tears herself back as Mari offers Armin a handshake; Mari stands, while she’s at it, and when Aubrey helps her up, Aubrey keeps her hand held tight.]
[For once, things actually feel, truly and with no denial, like they could be okay.]