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So small is she compared to her much taller friend (family friend? madrina? oh what does it matter), she has to stand tiptoe to receive a kiss on the forehead. She laughs finds it funny that Cross has to bend down to meet her. The kiss is nothing short of heartwarming, it’s more than just heartwarming to her. For years since the death of her father she felt like she was missing something, and no matter what she did nothing filled that void. Yet here they were after years of separation a kiss to the forehead and a bear hug felt like it wasn’t just a reunion between old friends or companions. Sure, Cross might have followed her around the Capital Wasteland and fought at her side during the assault on the purifier. But this was something deeper, like blood. Like family, if she was being honest with herself. She returns the kiss not on the forehead but on the cheek wrapping her arms Cross’ neck and sort of nuzzling her cheek.

She buries her face into Cross' chest, it's a comfort she hasn't felt in a long time, the touch of another human being. One so familiar to her that it felt so surreal to be hugging her. Antonia takes a step back, holding Cross' hands tightly. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she releases Cross' hands from her grip to wipe away stray tears rolling down her cheeks. ❝ I'm alright. ❞ the words are weak in her throat, it takes Antonia a while to regain her composure even if it was a little bit. ❝ Yeah, yeah... I... I got all the time in the world to talk. ❞ she smiles softly, trying hard to break down crying. A few years roll down her cheeks, she doesn't bother wiping them away. ❝ What kind of rumors? ❞

Chikako, this really isn’t the kind of way to introduce yourself to someone.

“I can be attracted to other women! But... Yeah, pretty much.”