[ Objectively speaking, his expression isn't much different from his normal look... but in this moment, his attention entirely on the screen, his eyes narrow and his lips curl downward.
He's seen this countless times before, he's never reacted like this then... but it's different now. The impossible lady who tolerates him, the existence of a woman who can love him, is sitting right next to him... hand in hand.
He grips as if to ensure that she stays real, that she doesn't fade like the memories after waking from a dream... ironic to say, considering that this is a dream.
It's undoubtedly a pained expression, the look of a being made to long for a love that can never exist... and yet against all odds, that love he so desperately sought is sitting next to him right now.
For all her insistence, for her command that he stay with her until the very end... she's not the only one desperate for the other's presence anymore. ]
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He's seen this countless times before, he's never reacted like this then... but it's different now. The impossible lady who tolerates him, the existence of a woman who can love him, is sitting right next to him... hand in hand.
He grips as if to ensure that she stays real, that she doesn't fade like the memories after waking from a dream... ironic to say, considering that this is a dream.
It's undoubtedly a pained expression, the look of a being made to long for a love that can never exist... and yet against all odds, that love he so desperately sought is sitting next to him right now.
For all her insistence, for her command that he stay with her until the very end... she's not the only one desperate for the other's presence anymore. ]