moved!

      “  so, wh-what i mean to say is, uh...  those, um, the spells you do, i really think they’re amazing !!  i...  i think you’re amazing !!  it’s-- it’s really hard to explain, but i also think anyone who doesn’t think they’re amazing is wrong !!  ”

      her gaze flits about, as if the words she seeks that would so aptly describe what she wishes to convey exist around her.  she’s almost overwhelmed by her own enthusiasm, her own insistence.

“ yes,  it is.  i miss her cooking often. ”   a rare confession,  the sort he usually keeps close, curdled to his chest,  so contained he nearly forgets until he’s reminded in delicate moments like this.  how easily his dreadful details spill when he sits across from bernadetta,  viscous and rolling as waves.  there is a plain comfort that settles between them.  unfamiliar,  but welcome.  

“ she and my mother are the only family i care to think about. ”  his father and half-siblings,  all of his kin,  so  undeserving  of thoughts or remembrance.  he has purged them even of names.  he blinks,  a slow motion,  pause punctuating the insinuation that follows.  “ —– the rest are useless,  and dead. ” 

      “  o-oh.  um, i...  i see.  that’s...  ”

      nice ?  she’s not really sure what to say in response to that.  she can’t exactly relate, in fact, despite it all, she’s kind of jealous.  it’s not as easy to look back fondly on things when it comes to family.  there’s some things, sure, but it probably doesn’t compare to what he seems to recall.  a bow of her head leads her to stare at her food for a moment.  she picks at it, but her appitite seems to have been lost.  were he to question, she’d claim the reason is unrelated to their conversation...  definitely unrelated.  she sets her silverware down and her fingers are interlaced soon after.  hands are set atop the table as a noticable perk to her lips arises.