[That's a fair point, honestly, and he just hums in understanding. Sometimes there's nothing to say. Nothing that matters in any big, important way, at least. He gets it.
As for the thanks, he just smiles, soft and sincere.]
We're friends, after all. [She is his radish child now, whether she wants it or not.] It's the least I can do.
[It speaks a lot to how brittle she's probably feeling that she actually says this aloud without spontaneously combusting. He smiles, gently bumping his shoulder against her side.]
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As for the thanks, he just smiles, soft and sincere.]
We're friends, after all. [She is his radish child now, whether she wants it or not.] It's the least I can do.
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Yeah. I know.
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You're a good kid, you know that?
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...Thanks.
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Mm. [Just a little hum and a nod and he lets it go. He knows not to push his luck with tsuns.]
...How are you feeling? Physically.
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[She tilts her head.]
Fine. Why?
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[AFTER THAT BAD TRIP DOWN MEMORY LANE...]
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[Much, much more physically painful than hers.]
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It's fine. I have a very high pain tolerance, you know! [LIKE IT'S SOMETHING TO BE PROUD OF.] And it's a memory I'm used to.
[Compared to Natalie who not only had to get a fresh new bad memory but also relive her own stabbings.]