[The small flicker of hope in his chest, that he hadn't made things hugely awkward between the two of them, dies out at her answer. No, this really was for the best. Even if she had wanted him to stay, despite everything, there would still be that elephant in the room, the knowledge that he liked her, liked her liked her, and she... well. 'I'll let you know', she said. It wasn't a rejection, but it wasn't an answer, either. Her feeling unsure about his affections, and him in the limbo about where hers lie... it was an uncomfortable combination that he figured neither of them had to deal with right now.
He was fine with waiting. He'd wait a hundred years to hear an answer from her, as long as what he got was honest. And, in a way, this was sort of a good thing, that she was giving this some thought. He didn't want her to like him in that way just because her other self did, or because she felt pressured into it. He fell for her, regardless of what his memories told him-- he wanted that to be the same for her too.
He offers up another small half-smile, as he looks into her eyes, in an attempt to reassure her that he'd be fine. That he'd be okay with whatever answer she comes to, as long as it was what was best for her.]
... goodnight, Sakura.
[And with that, he turns back around, quietly walking back up the path to the house. It's not until he's back inside, away from the lingering guests and any other prying eyes that his expression crumbles, a fraction of a bit, and he lets out a small sigh.
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He was fine with waiting. He'd wait a hundred years to hear an answer from her, as long as what he got was honest. And, in a way, this was sort of a good thing, that she was giving this some thought. He didn't want her to like him in that way just because her other self did, or because she felt pressured into it. He fell for her, regardless of what his memories told him-- he wanted that to be the same for her too.
He offers up another small half-smile, as he looks into her eyes, in an attempt to reassure her that he'd be fine. That he'd be okay with whatever answer she comes to, as long as it was what was best for her.]
... goodnight, Sakura.
[And with that, he turns back around, quietly walking back up the path to the house. It's not until he's back inside, away from the lingering guests and any other prying eyes that his expression crumbles, a fraction of a bit, and he lets out a small sigh.
God. What was he going to do now?]