[Today's session proved downright difficult. His counselor, the gods be kind to him, had tried to help him but this month had just proved to be outright brutal in ripping off the stitching and pouring salt all over his past wounds. He won't drag his feet, but his shadows certainly leave drag marks behind him. Lu Meng leaves the room without feeling any better, and for all his control over dunamis his footsteps leave black smudges on the floor, reflecting exactly how much he's plunged into melancholy.
He stops by the cafeteria to grab a bite before he heads home. It's there that he sees Sanae sitting by herself at the table, uncharacteristically morose. He's heard that the victims of Pride's brutal kidnapping are being treated in this hospital, and that a green haired Otherworlder had been working hard to heal and comfort them as best as she could. "Poor dear is taking it hard", he hears one of the nurses mutter to another as they pass him.
For a moment he hesitates. He's already proven himself incapable of comforting people. What if he messes things up between him and Sanae further? He should just leave and spare her any unnecessary heart ache.
...and that's when he squares his jaw and walks determinedly towards the food stall. He plunks down money for a sandwich and two cups of tea (this hospital loves its tea, and there's an incredible selection so he picks caramel vanilla tea for her and mint tea for him). Steeling his nerves because like heck he's going to let his insecurities win when Sanae's sitting there all down and depressed, he approaches her with all the mannerisms of a warrior going to war.]
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He stops by the cafeteria to grab a bite before he heads home. It's there that he sees Sanae sitting by herself at the table, uncharacteristically morose. He's heard that the victims of Pride's brutal kidnapping are being treated in this hospital, and that a green haired Otherworlder had been working hard to heal and comfort them as best as she could. "Poor dear is taking it hard", he hears one of the nurses mutter to another as they pass him.
For a moment he hesitates. He's already proven himself incapable of comforting people. What if he messes things up between him and Sanae further? He should just leave and spare her any unnecessary heart ache.
...and that's when he squares his jaw and walks determinedly towards the food stall. He plunks down money for a sandwich and two cups of tea (this hospital loves its tea, and there's an incredible selection so he picks caramel vanilla tea for her and mint tea for him). Steeling his nerves because like heck he's going to let his insecurities win when Sanae's sitting there all down and depressed, he approaches her with all the mannerisms of a warrior going to war.]
Sanae. Can I sit with you?