[Calmer on the outside, maybe, but that certainly wasn't true on the inside, at least for Xiaolang. What with Retrospec being so intent on getting back to people to their 'original' selves, to the extent of removing eyes and limbs and even their whole bodies-- who says that they couldn't do the same with memories, either? If Sakura had somehow failed in that past life, would she one day forget him here? Or would he one day forget her as well? There was no way he was going to mention it, though. It wasn't something she needed to hear, in this state, and she may have even considered the possibility already.
No, he was going to remain cool, for her sake. The only concern he'll allow himself to show is concern for her well-being, not the 'what-if's running rampant in his head.
Still, Fai seemed to know how to handle the situation a lot better than he did, leaving a small sting of inadequacy in his chest. Of course, Fai was older, more personable, more experienced with dealing with delicate scenarios like this-- it was his job, after all, and Xiaolang knew as much. And, in a way, it was good to have someone like him talk to Sakura about this, say the words he wasn't quite sure he could say himself with as much confidence and optimism. But... he wished he could do something-- anything-- to encourage her, to help her as well.
The best he could do, really, was keep his hand upon her back, a quiet, steady form of support, as Fai did his best to reassure her. Something the older man said did strike him as odd though-- 'seemed to be doing fine? 'Making do'? Why not tell her she was okay, instead of phrasing it like that? Had something actually happened?
... well. He wasn't going to ask Fai about it. Not now, anyway. Right now the bigger priority was to get Sakura back to her cheerful self. Fishing in his pants pocket, Xiaolang produces a small, folded blue handkerchief, offering it to her quietly. She may not have been crying at the moment, but it was there for her if she needed it. There's an attempt at a reassuring smile, small and tentative, a silent agreement to being one of those who love her and would help her regardless of what would happen.]
It's true. And you remember us now, so that's what really matters, isn't it?
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No, he was going to remain cool, for her sake. The only concern he'll allow himself to show is concern for her well-being, not the 'what-if's running rampant in his head.
Still, Fai seemed to know how to handle the situation a lot better than he did, leaving a small sting of inadequacy in his chest. Of course, Fai was older, more personable, more experienced with dealing with delicate scenarios like this-- it was his job, after all, and Xiaolang knew as much. And, in a way, it was good to have someone like him talk to Sakura about this, say the words he wasn't quite sure he could say himself with as much confidence and optimism. But... he wished he could do something-- anything-- to encourage her, to help her as well.
The best he could do, really, was keep his hand upon her back, a quiet, steady form of support, as Fai did his best to reassure her. Something the older man said did strike him as odd though-- 'seemed to be doing fine? 'Making do'? Why not tell her she was okay, instead of phrasing it like that? Had something actually happened?
... well. He wasn't going to ask Fai about it. Not now, anyway. Right now the bigger priority was to get Sakura back to her cheerful self. Fishing in his pants pocket, Xiaolang produces a small, folded blue handkerchief, offering it to her quietly. She may not have been crying at the moment, but it was there for her if she needed it. There's an attempt at a reassuring smile, small and tentative, a silent agreement to being one of those who love her and would help her regardless of what would happen.]
It's true. And you remember us now, so that's what really matters, isn't it?