[ he pulls back before he can. jacopo opens his mouth to apologize, but like clockwork, her expression twists and turns with the throes of heartbreak. he raises his hands in surrender before her voice, as soft and quieted as can be, stunts him into silence.
he looks into those eyes, and he realizes that something is wrong. ]
...Yeah. I am.
[ awkwardly, he brings his hand to the back of his head.
he does not want to shatter her illusion with the reality of what he is — with the reality of what they are.
so he indulges her, just as she indulged him.
he is no longer the boy she met all those years ago. but perhaps, in this moment, he can be. ]
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he looks into those eyes, and he realizes that something is wrong. ]
...Yeah. I am.
[ awkwardly, he brings his hand to the back of his head.
he does not want to shatter her illusion with the reality of what he is — with the reality of what they are.
so he indulges her, just as she indulged him.
he is no longer the boy she met all those years ago. but perhaps, in this moment, he can be. ]
Long time no see.