[At first her only response is to give a short hum, but after thinking on it, she wants to give more than that. It wasn't Teo's fault that things were this way, and he'd probably wanted to give her an opportunity to go search for her.]
Yeah. [At least they had each other. She hadn't doubted that was enough for her until this moment, but what about him...? He had a letter -- it had to be from someone. If he knew anything about where that person was, would he want to leave? She really couldn't...begrudge him that, especially when she'd already told herself she was going to do what she could to help him remember. Trying to keep him exactly how he was when he clung to the flickers of the past he was able to get just so that things would stay like this would make her a crazy person. Yeesh.
So,] Maybe when we run out of things here, we can...head south. I went to school out of state. She might...still be there. I don't know.
[Probably not. But it would give them something to do and keep them going. As nice as living in the apartment had been and how they were ready to make the most if the hotel, now, it would be silly to think of it as something more than a vacation in a world like this. Maybe someday it would be normal again. Maybe others would have this, too. And then they could enjoy it as their life, simple as that.
She combs longer than she needs to, and eventually leans around the side to carefully get his bangs back to normal instead of pulled back. Ryder takes extra care not to touch his face or the ear she discovers has a piece missing as well. It's very strange to see this close, and while she's focused on not hitting against him with the comb, it's impossible not to look. She settles next to him, carefully swinging her legs over the side of the bed and maintaining as much modesty as possibly, and passes the comb over with a shy smile made all the more awkward by her biting her lip.]
Um. Here. I don't -- [She makes a noise, eyes flicking away while she resolves to speak.] ...Know. How to braid. So I can't.
[Not that he'd had a braid in the first place or brought it up as a possibility. Just another Ryder impulse.]
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Yeah. [At least they had each other. She hadn't doubted that was enough for her until this moment, but what about him...? He had a letter -- it had to be from someone. If he knew anything about where that person was, would he want to leave? She really couldn't...begrudge him that, especially when she'd already told herself she was going to do what she could to help him remember. Trying to keep him exactly how he was when he clung to the flickers of the past he was able to get just so that things would stay like this would make her a crazy person. Yeesh.
So,] Maybe when we run out of things here, we can...head south. I went to school out of state. She might...still be there. I don't know.
[Probably not. But it would give them something to do and keep them going. As nice as living in the apartment had been and how they were ready to make the most if the hotel, now, it would be silly to think of it as something more than a vacation in a world like this. Maybe someday it would be normal again. Maybe others would have this, too. And then they could enjoy it as their life, simple as that.
She combs longer than she needs to, and eventually leans around the side to carefully get his bangs back to normal instead of pulled back. Ryder takes extra care not to touch his face or the ear she discovers has a piece missing as well. It's very strange to see this close, and while she's focused on not hitting against him with the comb, it's impossible not to look. She settles next to him, carefully swinging her legs over the side of the bed and maintaining as much modesty as possibly, and passes the comb over with a shy smile made all the more awkward by her biting her lip.]
Um. Here. I don't -- [She makes a noise, eyes flicking away while she resolves to speak.] ...Know. How to braid. So I can't.
[Not that he'd had a braid in the first place or brought it up as a possibility. Just another Ryder impulse.]