[ it is, and it pulls him out of his thoughts, at least for a little while.
yin yu pauses as he reaches to pull up another weed, his hand stilling. ]
...something like that. [ he answers, eventually, returning to pull it out properly, brows furrowing behind his mask. he... ] ...we were similar. In many ways.
[ friends. or at least - starting to be. it's hard for yin yu to give himself over to anyone in any sort of capacity: it takes time, and that time was taken away. ]
[She doesn't turn to face him, or comment on the way his hands still for a brief moment. She keeps working even as he hesitates, only tilting her head slightly as he goes on.]
...It sucks.
[There's a weight to her voice that says she knows it's an understatement.]
We've got to figure out a way to make this go better next time.
...mm. [ shoutout to natalie for not prying like everyone else
but really, though, it's immeasurably comforting to think forward, instead. he's repressed just about every emotion he's ever had for most of his life, so this will inevitably be no different.
up comes another weed, pulled out with precision. ] I keep trying to think of what we missed.
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[She repeats the motion with another one, focusing enough on the plants that it might be a surprise when she says, with the same typical casual tone:]
Were you close?
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yin yu pauses as he reaches to pull up another weed, his hand stilling. ]
...something like that. [ he answers, eventually, returning to pull it out properly, brows furrowing behind his mask. he... ] ...we were similar. In many ways.
[ friends. or at least - starting to be. it's hard for yin yu to give himself over to anyone in any sort of capacity: it takes time, and that time was taken away. ]
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...It sucks.
[There's a weight to her voice that says she knows it's an understatement.]
We've got to figure out a way to make this go better next time.
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but really, though, it's immeasurably comforting to think forward, instead. he's repressed just about every emotion he's ever had for most of his life, so this will inevitably be no different.
up comes another weed, pulled out with precision. ] I keep trying to think of what we missed.
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[She sighs.]