[There's this . . . wave. It hits her and passes through him, not just heavy but powerful, coming from the depths of the ocean. He closes his eyes against it, just for a moment, but it's still there. It's always there.]
[This is something he's good at, he realizes. Being trustworthy. Not just to her, but this is . . . for her, it's special. She trusts him with things she doesn't want anyone to know.]
[His heart does some kind of crazy acrobatics in his chest.] Yeah, [he hums, chest vibrating against her back as he talks.] That's me. I'm Mista. And you . . .
[This feeling of reaching out with hands he doesn't have to take hers, holding on, never letting go. Somewhere in time, he explains something to her, careful slow patient even as something howls in the world around them, something that means them harm, means her harm. Making sure she understands. That she understands. That Sayori understands.]
Sayori. [This is Sayori. She's part of his heart, huh?]
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[This is something he's good at, he realizes. Being trustworthy. Not just to her, but this is . . . for her, it's special. She trusts him with things she doesn't want anyone to know.]
[His heart does some kind of crazy acrobatics in his chest.] Yeah, [he hums, chest vibrating against her back as he talks.] That's me. I'm Mista. And you . . .
[This feeling of reaching out with hands he doesn't have to take hers, holding on, never letting go. Somewhere in time, he explains something to her, careful slow patient even as something howls in the world around them, something that means them harm, means her harm. Making sure she understands. That she understands. That Sayori understands.]
Sayori. [This is Sayori. She's part of his heart, huh?]