[Natsuno exhales a little louder, the closest thing to laughing he can muster in this circumstances. Anger and fractured trust lie between them, impossible to ignore, but the fact Clarke's still willing to pretend and joke back loosens some thorny knot inside him, just a bit.]
Like we will actually sing Bonnet's praise. [Clarke would grind her teeth to dust.] But so long as he doesn't call the bluff.
[It's tempting to stay like this, soak in the warm light and pretend the silence is comfortable and the jokes are innocent fun, but Natsuno can't ignore the elephant in the room - and another elephant, this one sitting directly on his chest. He kept it to himself as everyone chewed him out, and he wants to keep quiet now instead of burdening Clarke with it like everything is not his fault. But she's still his best friend, and the thing weighs heavier and heavier until he says apropos of nothing:]
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Like we will actually sing Bonnet's praise. [Clarke would grind her teeth to dust.] But so long as he doesn't call the bluff.
[It's tempting to stay like this, soak in the warm light and pretend the silence is comfortable and the jokes are innocent fun, but Natsuno can't ignore the elephant in the room - and another elephant, this one sitting directly on his chest. He kept it to himself as everyone chewed him out, and he wants to keep quiet now instead of burdening Clarke with it like everything is not his fault. But she's still his best friend, and the thing weighs heavier and heavier until he says apropos of nothing:]
I can't remember my parents.