[ it isn't fair, she decides. she didn't deserve this amount of kindness.
she had hurt him, as clear and plain as day. and he can dress it up however he likes, coat it with the sugar he loves so much, but at the end of the day, the facts were the facts: she was weak. she hadn't been strong enough to resist the demon, had, in fact, been all-too-easy prey. he can make all the excuses for her that he likes (likely because she refuses to make any of her own) but she knows what she'd failed to do.
but she knows him too. or parts of him. his heart, mostly, and how very big it is, even when he pretends it isn't. perhaps especially when he pretends it isn't. taking something like this, turning it around to be about her doing him the favor... typical gintoki. typical kind, caring, gracious gintoki.
it really, truly isn't fair at all. ]
...How did I get so lucky?
[ there's no helping the tears, of course. she knows he hates it when she cries, but she can't help it — all the fears and anxieties that she had built up over this, over losing him, it all just manifests and streams down her cheeks, leaving her a heaving, hiccuping mess with her face in her hands. ]
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she had hurt him, as clear and plain as day. and he can dress it up however he likes, coat it with the sugar he loves so much, but at the end of the day, the facts were the facts: she was weak. she hadn't been strong enough to resist the demon, had, in fact, been all-too-easy prey. he can make all the excuses for her that he likes (likely because she refuses to make any of her own) but she knows what she'd failed to do.
but she knows him too. or parts of him. his heart, mostly, and how very big it is, even when he pretends it isn't. perhaps especially when he pretends it isn't. taking something like this, turning it around to be about her doing him the favor... typical gintoki. typical kind, caring, gracious gintoki.
it really, truly isn't fair at all. ]
...How did I get so lucky?
[ there's no helping the tears, of course. she knows he hates it when she cries, but she can't help it — all the fears and anxieties that she had built up over this, over losing him, it all just manifests and streams down her cheeks, leaving her a heaving, hiccuping mess with her face in her hands. ]