in some part, even before his mind rushes to try to conjure an answer for her, he thinks that the answer is evident in the way that he wants to reach for her hand again, mere moments after she's pulled away.
(how until the moment he has to let the people he loves go, he wants to be with them, even if it is only a facsimile of happiness.)
but he is surprised - and it shows. in the way that his brows raise, and his breath gets caught for just a moment, and his heart treacherously stutters in his chest.
the truth of the matter is, if he were to truly think on it, he thinks that this isn't the first set of feelings toward him that he's encountered, even if the other moments were only vague suspicions.
the difference - the key difference - is that this is jeanne. this is jeanne, using her words directly to tell him, without a chance of him redirecting the conversation or misunderstanding a physical gesture. she loves him, no matter how much he's lied to her, and the amount of blood on his hands.
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in some part, even before his mind rushes to try to conjure an answer for her, he thinks that the answer is evident in the way that he wants to reach for her hand again, mere moments after she's pulled away.
(how until the moment he has to let the people he loves go, he wants to be with them, even if it is only a facsimile of happiness.)
but he is surprised - and it shows. in the way that his brows raise, and his breath gets caught for just a moment, and his heart treacherously stutters in his chest.
the truth of the matter is, if he were to truly think on it, he thinks that this isn't the first set of feelings toward him that he's encountered, even if the other moments were only vague suspicions.
the difference - the key difference - is that this is jeanne. this is jeanne, using her words directly to tell him, without a chance of him redirecting the conversation or misunderstanding a physical gesture. she loves him, no matter how much he's lied to her, and the amount of blood on his hands.
and he— ]