[Perhaps it's not what Archer meant to her personally, but what he symbolized. He alone was her manifestation of the decade of work she had put into so that she may win the Holy Grail War. He was the man who answered her call, stood by her side, and "died" a second time so that she may live. Their connection, and the bond they shared, was the one that was supposed to help her fulfill her promise to her father.
And when she met him again they were like strangers. No — perhaps that wasn't right. They were both simply too cowardly to address the link between them. To reach out to each other and re-establish that connection. And for that, he's gone. Her fear of abandonment leaving her to be just that: abandoned. At least in her eyes.
She had been ready to start letting him go, but doesn't fight it when he scoops her up. In fact the sudden lift is validating in its own way. Archer had always taken it upon himself to scoop and lift and prop her up whenever he felt like it. The feeling is familiar in its own way, and somewhat soothing. Once they both settle into the couch, she reaches up to cup his face in her palm.]
Hey, [she speaks softly] thanks.
[The warmth and solidity of his body makes everything feel real — helps her feel grounded.]
[ It's easiest to settle down in a normal seated position, with Tohsaka either straddling him or sitting sideways. Though it seems she'd planned for him to play his games, he thinks he might be getting clung to for awhile... Not something he objects to, but he was about to get settled in for that when she reaches out to cup his face. With widened, inquisitive eyes, he mirrors her gaze, blinking when she thanks him.
For a moment, he isn't sure what to say. It's one thing to get thanked for passing the hot sauce; it's another to receive it when Tohsaka seems to truly want it to mean something. He struggles to meet that level of sincerity—dredging up the emotions that make it feel real is an exercise not much different than digging into the earth in hopes of reviving a fossil.
In the end, he nods, cocking his head. ]
Mm. It's nothing.
[ That much feels sincere to him. It doesn't really feel like she's asking for much, nor is he doing much to fulfill her requests. If this is all it takes to help her feel a little better, he doesn't mind at all. ]
[It is nothing, isn't it? She isn't asking much for his time and presence. She's not placing any expectations on him or saddling him with some heavy responsibility.
Rin shifts her hold on him. Dropping her hands and simply resting her weight against him so he can move and shift her in whatever way would be most comfortable for him.]
It's just inconvenient to be asked out-of-the-blue, so a "thanks" is the least I could do. I don't care what you want to get up to as long as I can borrow you like this for a bit.
[Just to let her feel him — how solid he is. The proof that he's here, and he's real.]
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And when she met him again they were like strangers. No — perhaps that wasn't right. They were both simply too cowardly to address the link between them. To reach out to each other and re-establish that connection. And for that, he's gone. Her fear of abandonment leaving her to be just that: abandoned. At least in her eyes.
She had been ready to start letting him go, but doesn't fight it when he scoops her up. In fact the sudden lift is validating in its own way. Archer had always taken it upon himself to scoop and lift and prop her up whenever he felt like it. The feeling is familiar in its own way, and somewhat soothing. Once they both settle into the couch, she reaches up to cup his face in her palm.]
Hey, [she speaks softly] thanks.
[The warmth and solidity of his body makes everything feel real — helps her feel grounded.]
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For a moment, he isn't sure what to say. It's one thing to get thanked for passing the hot sauce; it's another to receive it when Tohsaka seems to truly want it to mean something. He struggles to meet that level of sincerity—dredging up the emotions that make it feel real is an exercise not much different than digging into the earth in hopes of reviving a fossil.
In the end, he nods, cocking his head. ]
Mm. It's nothing.
[ That much feels sincere to him. It doesn't really feel like she's asking for much, nor is he doing much to fulfill her requests. If this is all it takes to help her feel a little better, he doesn't mind at all. ]
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[It is nothing, isn't it? She isn't asking much for his time and presence. She's not placing any expectations on him or saddling him with some heavy responsibility.
Rin shifts her hold on him. Dropping her hands and simply resting her weight against him so he can move and shift her in whatever way would be most comfortable for him.]
It's just inconvenient to be asked out-of-the-blue, so a "thanks" is the least I could do. I don't care what you want to get up to as long as I can borrow you like this for a bit.
[Just to let her feel him — how solid he is. The proof that he's here, and he's real.]