[ Her reaction throws him at first, the way she swallows up everything he'd said. It seemed obvious enough to him, not really that big of a deal, but... it clearly is to her, and something in him feels warmer at her own warmth, heart aching in a way that feels pleasant, and he's not sure what to do with himself over that. He wants to pull her in, he wants to hug her, and it's a feeling so weirdly strong all he can really do is set his drink back down on the table, leave his arms at his sides.
Later, when all is said and done for the night, it'll dawn on him that this might be what truly connecting with someone else is. He's experienced it before, he's pretty sure, but... maybe not. Maybe if this is what it actually feels like.
... For now, it's all he can really do but to match her smile, something natural and genuine and it might almost hurt with how good it feels to have this.
The feeling dips sharply for a second, that someone killed Misa's parents, that particular detail sticking out more than the fact that she'd even been a suspect, that she'd wanted to help a killer. The latter feels so trivial, the former a little less so, but... if she's fine now. He gets it. It sucks when you lose someone, but the sooner you move on, the better.
So he beams at her. Draws her in with one arm for that hug after all, not because she needs the comfort, but because it just feels like the right thing to do in this moment after all, that sense of connection finally causing him to act. ]
That's good. [ And he does mean that, pouring every bit of feeling he can into those words as he looks down at her, just. Just plain happy, apparently. ] You had someone to kill the guy who killed your parents, and you got released, and you're here now. That's — all of that's really good.
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Later, when all is said and done for the night, it'll dawn on him that this might be what truly connecting with someone else is. He's experienced it before, he's pretty sure, but... maybe not. Maybe if this is what it actually feels like.
... For now, it's all he can really do but to match her smile, something natural and genuine and it might almost hurt with how good it feels to have this.
The feeling dips sharply for a second, that someone killed Misa's parents, that particular detail sticking out more than the fact that she'd even been a suspect, that she'd wanted to help a killer. The latter feels so trivial, the former a little less so, but... if she's fine now. He gets it. It sucks when you lose someone, but the sooner you move on, the better.
So he beams at her. Draws her in with one arm for that hug after all, not because she needs the comfort, but because it just feels like the right thing to do in this moment after all, that sense of connection finally causing him to act. ]
That's good. [ And he does mean that, pouring every bit of feeling he can into those words as he looks down at her, just. Just plain happy, apparently. ] You had someone to kill the guy who killed your parents, and you got released, and you're here now. That's — all of that's really good.