Fuuka's lips twitched slightly, wondering if he would notice when she kept having his favorite things. Despite the orders from Mitsuru to keep him out of the loop for now, she couldn't in good conscience feign ignorance to what made him happiest. With luck, he wouldn't catch on until his memories started returning.
'Because they will return. They have to.'
"Yes, what we thought you would need anyway. If you think of something we might have forgotten, I can see about getting it for you," she said with a smile, thinking of the rest of his things, crammed into their closet and under their bed. Sitting down on the bed, she watched him begin to look into the boxes, her heart aching. Not being able to hold him or be as close to him was more painful than she ever thought possible. Rubbing her hands on her legs, she straightened up at his question.
Opening her mouth, she paused, remembering what Junpei had told her, and what she had seen. She had met his father a hand full of times, and he seemed to like her well enough. But it was difficult to like a man who she knew had hit her beloved. Thinking of how to answer, she shook her head.
"No...you were living with a room mate," she answered, knowing she was walking a fine line. "You haven't lived at home for quite awhile. You moved into some dorms in high school, which is how you know Mitsuru and myself. After that though, you got...a room mate." Shifting, she realized mentioning a room mate was a bad idea. Dropping hints about who this 'room mate' was, was probably not going to end well.
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Re: Two
Date: 2013-07-26 04:01 am (UTC)'Because they will return. They have to.'
"Yes, what we thought you would need anyway. If you think of something we might have forgotten, I can see about getting it for you," she said with a smile, thinking of the rest of his things, crammed into their closet and under their bed. Sitting down on the bed, she watched him begin to look into the boxes, her heart aching. Not being able to hold him or be as close to him was more painful than she ever thought possible. Rubbing her hands on her legs, she straightened up at his question.
Opening her mouth, she paused, remembering what Junpei had told her, and what she had seen. She had met his father a hand full of times, and he seemed to like her well enough. But it was difficult to like a man who she knew had hit her beloved. Thinking of how to answer, she shook her head.
"No...you were living with a room mate," she answered, knowing she was walking a fine line. "You haven't lived at home for quite awhile. You moved into some dorms in high school, which is how you know Mitsuru and myself. After that though, you got...a room mate." Shifting, she realized mentioning a room mate was a bad idea. Dropping hints about who this 'room mate' was, was probably not going to end well.