[ at least she answers this time, although what she means by helping, she doesn't say. she clasps her hands in front of her, her expression soft and sympathetic. she can hear the regrets in his voice, the vulnerability, the hurt. even Rufus Shinra is human; everyone is. even Sephiroth was. even her. nobody is immune to it. maybe that's what she's here to help him with: to help him accept that. or at least see it.
eventually, she takes a seat on the side of the bed. the mattress dips under her weight, fabric rustling as she tucks her dress under her legs. warm, real—an actual presence. ]
no subject
[ at least she answers this time, although what she means by helping, she doesn't say. she clasps her hands in front of her, her expression soft and sympathetic. she can hear the regrets in his voice, the vulnerability, the hurt. even Rufus Shinra is human; everyone is. even Sephiroth was. even her. nobody is immune to it. maybe that's what she's here to help him with: to help him accept that. or at least see it.
eventually, she takes a seat on the side of the bed. the mattress dips under her weight, fabric rustling as she tucks her dress under her legs. warm, real—an actual presence. ]
What else do you need to do?