[It's almost a little embarrassing how easily it seems she can make Yosuke's heart almost literally bounce right out of his chest. The whole thing is, really, but it's nothing in comparison to the weird, swelling feeling in his chest, coming off of him in waves. She's pretty sure she could feel it even if she weren't a telepath. It feels so nice. Nice enough to make her eyes water a little, nice enough to make her not terribly mind his hand against her back. It's nothing compared to this, whatever this is. Love, she supposes. All thoughts of finding out the names of the girls responsible for this leave her mind for a moment, because this is probably the nicest thing Nill has ever felt in her entire life.
It's okay, though. Nill is pretty sure that she is broken in at least a few ways. Ways that most people probably shouldn't be broken, but that's okay. It didn't make her less of a person somehow - and Yosuke, somehow, still loved her.]
I think we make sense too.
[It's one of the only things in her life that does make sense, in a weird sort of way. The two of them against whatever else is out there, pulling the strings, making their lives hell. What better way to spit in their faces than by being happy?
She giggles though, because he's rambling, and it's strangely funny.]
You didn't see it? I knew about you for a long time. [He was the most transparent person on the face of the earth about it, really. Or she figures he was, anyway, once it got past the general awkward teenager lust sort of thing. She'd just never known what to think of it or how to act.]
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It's okay, though. Nill is pretty sure that she is broken in at least a few ways. Ways that most people probably shouldn't be broken, but that's okay. It didn't make her less of a person somehow - and Yosuke, somehow, still loved her.]
I think we make sense too.
[It's one of the only things in her life that does make sense, in a weird sort of way. The two of them against whatever else is out there, pulling the strings, making their lives hell. What better way to spit in their faces than by being happy?
She giggles though, because he's rambling, and it's strangely funny.]
You didn't see it? I knew about you for a long time. [He was the most transparent person on the face of the earth about it, really. Or she figures he was, anyway, once it got past the general awkward teenager lust sort of thing. She'd just never known what to think of it or how to act.]