There's something Oria is holding back. Sinclair studies Oria with his watchful gaze for a moment, and then reaches up to tap Oria against the lips. A mirror from before]
...Mm. Me too. [He smiles, and squeezes Oria's hand in turn. There are things in both their lives they can't avoid forever. Maybe their paths would diverge later, draw them apart as much as it had drawn them together now, but he feels like he should say this anyway:]
But you know...if there's something you don't know how to tell me yet, I can wait. For as long as you need me to.
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There's something Oria is holding back. Sinclair studies Oria with his watchful gaze for a moment, and then reaches up to tap Oria against the lips. A mirror from before]
...Mm. Me too. [He smiles, and squeezes Oria's hand in turn. There are things in both their lives they can't avoid forever. Maybe their paths would diverge later, draw them apart as much as it had drawn them together now, but he feels like he should say this anyway:]
But you know...if there's something you don't know how to tell me yet, I can wait. For as long as you need me to.