[ Maybe it's not the time for it, but you guys are friends now does put a smile on her face. It's no broad thing, with a laugh or a bright flash of teeth, but her cheeks curve, and her mouth splits ever-so for the tension of it. She wasn't sure he'd ever think so, about her — not on this time scale, and not with all else that has happened. She doesn't go out of her way to make friends anymore; this was an exception. Maybe it's an exception for both of them.
But the buoy is temporary; the conversation is still fraught, even for its slow and quiet pace. Still, there's a way he says it... and maybe she should be more concerned about that stated outcome, if I was dead, but her brow furrows, and she asks a different question. ]
Are you... still worried about me? For what happened up there?
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But the buoy is temporary; the conversation is still fraught, even for its slow and quiet pace. Still, there's a way he says it... and maybe she should be more concerned about that stated outcome, if I was dead, but her brow furrows, and she asks a different question. ]
Are you... still worried about me? For what happened up there?