[ at least his nonsense prompts more levity than confusion this time. drawing out a fond (and mildly watery) bubble of laughter out of her, she spares just a moment longer to bury her face against his skin, hoping to leave the rest of her sorrows behind there.
she's got some "doing better" to do. ]
I made another promise to a friend not so long ago, [ she admits when she finally draws away from him. she's probably in no position to be making promises, after breaking so many, but he had basically insisted. ]
I'm going to do better, Mr. Fruit. [ reaching down, she gives one of his hands a gentle squeeze. ] One day I'm going to be strong enough that even you will feel you can come to me.
[ there's that word again, "strength." but it's clear from her tone and her smile that her version of strength can mean many things. perhaps it's a little ambitious that she hopes to be able to fulfill them all. ]
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she's got some "doing better" to do. ]
I made another promise to a friend not so long ago, [ she admits when she finally draws away from him. she's probably in no position to be making promises, after breaking so many, but he had basically insisted. ]
I'm going to do better, Mr. Fruit. [ reaching down, she gives one of his hands a gentle squeeze. ] One day I'm going to be strong enough that even you will feel you can come to me.
[ there's that word again, "strength." but it's clear from her tone and her smile that her version of strength can mean many things. perhaps it's a little ambitious that she hopes to be able to fulfill them all. ]