[ The glow of warmth is fading, cooling in the wake of his response. He is not wrong. Derrica's worries have looped around to the same outcome, the idea that it will take more than the end of this war to negotiate a better life for whoever comes after them.
She swings her legs out of bed to sit next to him, bare feet on the floor. ]
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She swings her legs out of bed to sit next to him, bare feet on the floor. ]
That's something to look forward to.
[ One small, uncertain hope. ]
Thank you, by the way.
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[ His head is inside his shirt when he asks, but it emerges shortly to look quizzical. Is thanking people a thing? Was he supposed to be doing that? ]
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[ Which she thinks he knows already, and wasn't the point, not really. She reaches up to smooth his hair as she continues— ]
But not just that. I've had a lot on my mind, and this was...good.
[ Good falls somewhat short, but it'll do. Kostos didn't come here to hear all of her troubles. ]