[Persian forces her face through his fingers. She has a front row seat to this. All the other pokémon will be so jealous.]
[Not that Nanu notices. His hand just sort of falls from her face and onto the cover of his bed. His messy, unmade, no-frills, does-what-it's-supposed-to-and-nothing-else bed. The bed he shares with his beloved pokémon; who, while they are irreplaceable companions, help an entirely different loneliness than what has plagued him for years. When was the last time he physically slept next to another person? He'd be lying if he said the times when Anabel nodded off on his shoulder (or vice-versa) didn't fill an empty hole in his psyche with a warm feeling.]
[Somehow, he manages to listen while these thoughts cross his mind. Talking seriously like this is always a double-edged sword to him. She says the most wonderful things and makes him feel...human. But he hasn't quite gotten past the fear of irreparably fucking up what they have, if he even will.]
[Her words never fail to give him that undeniable feeling of being loved, though. If she can't see it in the way his eyes soften just looking at her, then she can probably tell by the way the room starts to blur around them like fogged-up glass.]
[Of course, any answer he might have been brewing is interrupted by Anabel's encroachment and the gesture that follows. Nanu doesn't have time to reciprocate like he wants to, as she pulls away fairly quickly, but the way his hand almost instinctively reaches out to hers might clue her in. Her next words strike a one-hit KO to his heart and suddenly he feels like they're adolescents figuring out confessions to one another.]
[Distracted by her words, Nanu leans forward and brushes a few stray hairs from Anabel's face behind her ear.] Yeah...you're pretty good at that, yourself, you know.
i don't see the problem
[Not that Nanu notices. His hand just sort of falls from her face and onto the cover of his bed. His messy, unmade, no-frills, does-what-it's-supposed-to-and-nothing-else bed. The bed he shares with his beloved pokémon; who, while they are irreplaceable companions, help an entirely different loneliness than what has plagued him for years. When was the last time he physically slept next to another person? He'd be lying if he said the times when Anabel nodded off on his shoulder (or vice-versa) didn't fill an empty hole in his psyche with a warm feeling.]
[Somehow, he manages to listen while these thoughts cross his mind. Talking seriously like this is always a double-edged sword to him. She says the most wonderful things and makes him feel...human. But he hasn't quite gotten past the fear of irreparably fucking up what they have, if he even will.]
[Her words never fail to give him that undeniable feeling of being loved, though. If she can't see it in the way his eyes soften just looking at her, then she can probably tell by the way the room starts to blur around them like fogged-up glass.]
[Of course, any answer he might have been brewing is interrupted by Anabel's encroachment and the gesture that follows. Nanu doesn't have time to reciprocate like he wants to, as she pulls away fairly quickly, but the way his hand almost instinctively reaches out to hers might clue her in. Her next words strike a one-hit KO to his heart and suddenly he feels like they're adolescents figuring out confessions to one another.]
[Distracted by her words, Nanu leans forward and brushes a few stray hairs from Anabel's face behind her ear.] Yeah...you're pretty good at that, yourself, you know.