He's , decidedly , kept somewhat of a distance between them ever since that day on the beach . He couldn't help it , she's been in his head constantly . Out of fear or something else , he could barely look her in the eye . Interactions were brief , and outwardly he stayed lighthearted . Inside , he was panicking . It's only been a week .
It was bound to happen that they'd bump into each other again when no one else was around , long after adventuring hours . And when they did , he practically froze before her . That familiar grin spread across his face , β Oh , hey ? Didn't think I'd see you . β
It's only been a week, huh?
It continued to be hard to defer time in this place, but as the flow of existence in digital code continued on, the night and day cycles were all they had to judge days. So, yeah - maybe it has been a week and it was definitely noticed by Pomni. A week of merely catching his gaze for a moment before he'd veer away, a week of sitting next to one another at their assigned seating at the dinner table and not paying her any mind, a week... of her thinking about him, and his well-being.
He wore his everyday smile, but his mannerisms spoke volumes. Something it seemed like only she was catching on to. It was nearly impossible to catch him, let alone by himself but today, it seemed to be the fateful day for their paths to cross. For them to talk again.
Pomni watches him, taking in the essence of him and his words; something... seemed off but in hopes of him not turning tail, she tries to keep things light.
βΈΊ β Well yeah, kind of both prisoners in the same circus, you know? β A small chuckle, β And our rooms are... right across the hall from each other so ... it was only a matter of time before we did. β Her hands clasp loosely, tangling fingers together over her lap, shifting on her heels back and forth before stopping all together. β Haven't really seen you around too much, surprising to say. How are you doing, Jax? β
