[Fio does trend more towards politeness than not, always seeking permission if not approval when it comes to most things--and so this uncharacteristic stubborn clinging, despite Jade's attempts at gently getting her back onto the floor, is almost as distinctly surprising as the hug in itself. It leaves him...a bit at a loss, for a few moments or so, freezing up just a bit again as the distinct sound of sniffling is muffled into the front of his coat. Still not the worst thing that's happened to said coat today, honestly, but ah...
It's a bit delayed--perhaps it'll never be entirely natural as an immediate inclination, not really--but once more, Jade finds himself drawing upon his vague memories of Nephry when she was about Fio's age. Alongside that, too, is a much newer frame of reference...as thoughts flicker back to that time almost all of them had collectively spent in the labyrinth, where Clarke Griffin had foisted a hug upon him just as surprisingly. "You're supposed to put your arms around my shoulders now." Hmm.
The support under Fio's arms is gingerly released, which will probably leave her eventually sliding back down that last inch or two onto the floor via the inexorable pull of gravity. But, while she still clings so, as she insists...Jade's remaining leaned over a bit, the better to very lightly circle his arms about her small shoulders instead. Carefully, very carefully, and perhaps still a bit too stiffly, but. More of a hug back, something like it. Nephry would complain about it, probably, but all Fio says is...
Such open sentiments. She really is quite an honest girl, isn't she? Jade finds himself glad that Fio seemingly hasn't changed overly much in several months, but there's also...quite a pang, to hear it quite this plainly. That he was missed, that the absence saddened her. He'd always considered himself likely more of an odd-duck sort of friend to her, compared to the robust found family circle that surrounds her. Yet it would seem she had considered him quite more highly than that, as it turns out.
How very far they've come indeed, from morbidly speculating over poison in the buffet.]
And your prediction was correct after all, now wasn't it? Here we are, meeting again. Perhaps I am proof that the same might be so for the others too, in time. [It's not really the sort of optimism he usually leans into, but aloud, for once...yes, for once. There's a very light pat at Fio's back.] Not so surprising that a great deal has happened, in this sort of place. It's good to hear that you're still--hmm? ...'Both of them'?
[Both...? His glance is slipping sidelong to her wrist indeed, and sure enough, there are now two capacity cores there. One disc rather faded and worn with thorough use, but the other...
A more polished sort of gold, almost new, sparsely as it was ever used. A far more intricate pattern etched into its face, around the embedded gems that gleam. Ah.]
That...did Yuuki give you that second one, Miss Fio?
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It's a bit delayed--perhaps it'll never be entirely natural as an immediate inclination, not really--but once more, Jade finds himself drawing upon his vague memories of Nephry when she was about Fio's age. Alongside that, too, is a much newer frame of reference...as thoughts flicker back to that time almost all of them had collectively spent in the labyrinth, where Clarke Griffin had foisted a hug upon him just as surprisingly. "You're supposed to put your arms around my shoulders now." Hmm.
The support under Fio's arms is gingerly released, which will probably leave her eventually sliding back down that last inch or two onto the floor via the inexorable pull of gravity. But, while she still clings so, as she insists...Jade's remaining leaned over a bit, the better to very lightly circle his arms about her small shoulders instead. Carefully, very carefully, and perhaps still a bit too stiffly, but. More of a hug back, something like it. Nephry would complain about it, probably, but all Fio says is...
Such open sentiments. She really is quite an honest girl, isn't she? Jade finds himself glad that Fio seemingly hasn't changed overly much in several months, but there's also...quite a pang, to hear it quite this plainly. That he was missed, that the absence saddened her. He'd always considered himself likely more of an odd-duck sort of friend to her, compared to the robust found family circle that surrounds her. Yet it would seem she had considered him quite more highly than that, as it turns out.
How very far they've come indeed, from morbidly speculating over poison in the buffet.]
And your prediction was correct after all, now wasn't it? Here we are, meeting again. Perhaps I am proof that the same might be so for the others too, in time. [It's not really the sort of optimism he usually leans into, but aloud, for once...yes, for once. There's a very light pat at Fio's back.] Not so surprising that a great deal has happened, in this sort of place. It's good to hear that you're still--hmm? ...'Both of them'?
[Both...? His glance is slipping sidelong to her wrist indeed, and sure enough, there are now two capacity cores there. One disc rather faded and worn with thorough use, but the other...
A more polished sort of gold, almost new, sparsely as it was ever used. A far more intricate pattern etched into its face, around the embedded gems that gleam. Ah.]
That...did Yuuki give you that second one, Miss Fio?