[ Pulled more into his embrace, her arm unlinks from his to allow them to be pressed closer to each other. Pyra's torso shudders with a heavy inhale.
He's describing it just as it is: easier in the short term, to not defend oneself or correct another, to not share an opinion or clarify, telling oneself that they're not bothered, or that they're fine... Only for such wounds to be the result. Retreats are useful, yes, but for the both of them-- they might do it too often to be good for them.
She wants to support him so that he feels reassured and empowered to express himself when he wishes. She loves him too much to see him otherwise in pain, or suffering in silence.
Her hand tightens upon his shirt, fingers curling against the fabric, her forehead resting beneath his chin. ]
I love you, Noct. And I'm on your side.
[ She nuzzles her head against him, closing her eyes. ] How... can I make it easier for you?
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He's describing it just as it is: easier in the short term, to not defend oneself or correct another, to not share an opinion or clarify, telling oneself that they're not bothered, or that they're fine... Only for such wounds to be the result. Retreats are useful, yes, but for the both of them-- they might do it too often to be good for them.
She wants to support him so that he feels reassured and empowered to express himself when he wishes. She loves him too much to see him otherwise in pain, or suffering in silence.
Her hand tightens upon his shirt, fingers curling against the fabric, her forehead resting beneath his chin. ]
I love you, Noct. And I'm on your side.
[ She nuzzles her head against him, closing her eyes. ] How... can I make it easier for you?