[ She expected him to be in a... dour mood, but she hadn't expected anything like this. Did... could she really mean this much to him that she affected it like this? Though it hurts her, it touches her deeply. The walls look like they've been scraped clean as she passes by, morphing back to the bright and cheerful appearance that the kitchen had previously. It doesn't fully counteract whatever Nanu must be feeling to make it so... simply lacking of all normalcy, but it's a start. Hope, perhaps, on her end.
Anabel is quick to let her fingers trail Absol's spine like a personal apology for leaving, though it's not yet hit the mark she knows that she needs to as it pads forward and takes her to the living room. It's a sight she never expected to see; she could tell in Alola that he wasn't the same person to some degree and perhaps had lost part of himself along the way but... Had her presence really done so much for him? It had been hard to believe or understand anything he said because there was so little to it and she deserved more than possibilities and assumptions that must be read between lines. This, too, was so like him. Still not direct, but at this point it's difficult to deny any of the better assumptions. It twists at her, hollows out her insides and leaves her feeling parched.
Absol is silently dismissed with a gaze, both understanding the need for privacy now that the job has been done. She keeps herself level, somehow, despite those pinpricks against her eyes that sting and make her blink. Right now, it's just them. She'll keep herself together for him, even if it feels like all parts of her are nearly threadbare, ready to collapse.
She takes his hand first, gently dragging fingertips over his knuckles before enveloping it and crouching so she might catch his eyes. Words don't come to her even though they should be able to start and flow without pause. It's too strange a situation without even considering where they are. So, she pulls his hand into both of hers, her thumb faintly rubbing small circles to his wrist. ]
Oh, Nanu. [ It's a fond, quiet huff accompanied by a tight, curt smile that speaks less than the way her eyes pool. She hesitates and reaches him, brushing the side of his face nearly in disbelief of the beard he's grown; it crosses her mind that he could wear it well, but it's quick to fall away to the more important things. Her touch trickles, pulling him down to her before he can even consider protesting so that she might hug him, holding on tight. ] I'm so sorry, Nanu.
[ She wants to ask him why or start a greater conversation, but this is all she can muster right now. She cares too much for him to do anything but throw it all aside in favor of him. ]
time is a human construct
Anabel is quick to let her fingers trail Absol's spine like a personal apology for leaving, though it's not yet hit the mark she knows that she needs to as it pads forward and takes her to the living room. It's a sight she never expected to see; she could tell in Alola that he wasn't the same person to some degree and perhaps had lost part of himself along the way but... Had her presence really done so much for him? It had been hard to believe or understand anything he said because there was so little to it and she deserved more than possibilities and assumptions that must be read between lines. This, too, was so like him. Still not direct, but at this point it's difficult to deny any of the better assumptions. It twists at her, hollows out her insides and leaves her feeling parched.
Absol is silently dismissed with a gaze, both understanding the need for privacy now that the job has been done. She keeps herself level, somehow, despite those pinpricks against her eyes that sting and make her blink. Right now, it's just them. She'll keep herself together for him, even if it feels like all parts of her are nearly threadbare, ready to collapse.
She takes his hand first, gently dragging fingertips over his knuckles before enveloping it and crouching so she might catch his eyes. Words don't come to her even though they should be able to start and flow without pause. It's too strange a situation without even considering where they are. So, she pulls his hand into both of hers, her thumb faintly rubbing small circles to his wrist. ]
Oh, Nanu. [ It's a fond, quiet huff accompanied by a tight, curt smile that speaks less than the way her eyes pool. She hesitates and reaches him, brushing the side of his face nearly in disbelief of the beard he's grown; it crosses her mind that he could wear it well, but it's quick to fall away to the more important things. Her touch trickles, pulling him down to her before he can even consider protesting so that she might hug him, holding on tight. ] I'm so sorry, Nanu.
[ She wants to ask him why or start a greater conversation, but this is all she can muster right now. She cares too much for him to do anything but throw it all aside in favor of him. ]