[He doesn't even pick up his own coffee yet. When she leans in, he leans back, arm squeezing gently around her waist and eyes closing. Good, good idea. This makes everything just a little bit easier to think about.
It's pretty clear to him, too, what she means by that. We're still waiting for some people to come back. He might not have picked up on it if Saber hadn't died, if Usagi hadn't asked what would happen to her after she did . . . but all of that happened, even if his exact memories of it are both blessedly and frustratingly hazy. He takes in a sharp, shallow, quiet breath when Rise says it, and nods, but he doesn't push on it. No need. It explains a lot; he'd already suspected.]
. . . We all went to different places. You mean my group? The sewers. We didn't really "go" there so much as we were tricked into getting stuck down there.
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It's pretty clear to him, too, what she means by that. We're still waiting for some people to come back. He might not have picked up on it if Saber hadn't died, if Usagi hadn't asked what would happen to her after she did . . . but all of that happened, even if his exact memories of it are both blessedly and frustratingly hazy. He takes in a sharp, shallow, quiet breath when Rise says it, and nods, but he doesn't push on it. No need. It explains a lot; he'd already suspected.]
. . . We all went to different places. You mean my group? The sewers. We didn't really "go" there so much as we were tricked into getting stuck down there.