[The way she sits hunched in that chair, back bowed but still seemingly comfortable, the wear and imprints on the chair... it gives the impression that she's sat here for a very, very long time.]
... I don't know if love would be the right word...
[Even with how much the conversation is weighing them down, a light hint of pink manages to bloom on her cheeks.]
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... I don't know if love would be the right word...
[Even with how much the conversation is weighing them down, a light hint of pink manages to bloom on her cheeks.]