He didn’t have a snarky reply. The wall he’d built from second-hand anime quotes and paranoid theories crumbled for just a second. Underneath was just a terrified boy who had seen too much of the world’s ugly core.
He looked at her then. Really looked. “What else am I supposed to do? I’m not a hero. I’m not a gigalomaniac. I’m just a guy who wants to build plastic models and not be stabbed.” Rimi tomy sex clip
“You’re wrong.” She closed the gap entirely. Her hand, pale and trembling only slightly, reached out and brushed his sleeve. “You’re the one who held my hand in the chaos. When I wasn’t sure if I was real… you said my name. Not ‘Rimi.’ Not ‘the girl with the bag.’ You said Sakihata . Like I mattered.” He didn’t have a snarky reply
“You’re here,” he said, flat. An accusation disguised as a greeting. He looked at her then
“Then keep believing in me,” she said. “That’s the only way I survive.”
“I still think you might be a delusion,” he muttered into her hair.
He walked to the opposite end of the railing, leaving a deliberate three-foot gap of cold air between them. “You said you had… canned bread. The good kind. With the fruit.”