[He shuts up. It's so much easier to just say nothing, to tuck it all away and hold onto the fact that he's holding her. When she turns to sneeze, his half smile is aborted as he jerks his head back from the ring dagger, eyes widening. It's surprise, not fear. He can't be afraid of Allison. Not when she's laughing. Not ever.
He joins her laugh, smile inching back onto his face. He follows her into her room, just a couple steps, and doesn't even grunt when she throws herself back into his arms. He doesn't mind. He's not sure what her motivation is - he's terrified of what she knows - but he's not going to bring it up if she won't. He holds her tight instead, even lifting her briefly off the ground.
He's pulling back to tell her, don't be sorry, to not ever be sorry, but then she kisses him - just a little, the brush of lips against lips, and he doesn't know what to do. His eyes close reflexively, and there is a part of Scott - the part that will always, always love her, the part that never wanted to break up with her, the part that will do absolutely anything for her - that wants to deepen the kiss, forget that he's covered in grime and kiss her until he can't breathe.
It's almost uncomfortably like being in the Nogitsune's head again. But more than that, when he closes his eyes, he sees Daneca behind his eyelids. He sees a different brunette girl, a different smile, someone he doesn't ever want to hurt. So he pulls back, loosening his grip, sliding his hands to her shoulders again. They're not together anymore.
But she's alive. That's worth celebrating.
He still smiles, because he's so bad at not smiling when someone else is, because her grin is so contagious, even if it hurts a little, too.]
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He joins her laugh, smile inching back onto his face. He follows her into her room, just a couple steps, and doesn't even grunt when she throws herself back into his arms. He doesn't mind. He's not sure what her motivation is - he's terrified of what she knows - but he's not going to bring it up if she won't. He holds her tight instead, even lifting her briefly off the ground.
He's pulling back to tell her, don't be sorry, to not ever be sorry, but then she kisses him - just a little, the brush of lips against lips, and he doesn't know what to do. His eyes close reflexively, and there is a part of Scott - the part that will always, always love her, the part that never wanted to break up with her, the part that will do absolutely anything for her - that wants to deepen the kiss, forget that he's covered in grime and kiss her until he can't breathe.
It's almost uncomfortably like being in the Nogitsune's head again. But more than that, when he closes his eyes, he sees Daneca behind his eyelids. He sees a different brunette girl, a different smile, someone he doesn't ever want to hurt. So he pulls back, loosening his grip, sliding his hands to her shoulders again. They're not together anymore.
But she's alive. That's worth celebrating.
He still smiles, because he's so bad at not smiling when someone else is, because her grin is so contagious, even if it hurts a little, too.]
You're here.
[What else matters?]