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[expellerhead]

[there really isn't anything he can say to that, too. she knows it; she's young, but she's not an infant. she's not expecting a solution, maybe not even expecting any words of advice. this is...confiding. maybe if she had her friends from home, her family, she would be telling them this instead, but he's all she has.

aizawa lowers his spoon into his bowl, looking down at the top of her bowed head, before reaching out to rest his hand there like he had down on the planet's surface.] I know, [he murmurs.] ...me too.

[willynilly]

[It's a familiar gesture, bittersweet now that it comes hand in hand with a reminder of why he'd done it. I'll come back, he'd promised. And died.

...but... sure enough, here he is.

She lets it sit there for a moment, considering the implications now that they're apart from all the chaos and heartache of the planet, of what it means for him to touch her like that- something gentle and caring, the way her father would, the way she'd seen All Might do with the boys sometimes. Not Aizawa. Never him. She lets it sit and then abruptly ducks free of it, stepping back and lifting her head with that bright smile back on her face, like she hadn't been a breath away from crying or hugging him (or both) a scant second ago.

It's not that she dislikes it. Maybe that's the problem.]

Um... okay, well! Not much we can do about it. What we can do is take care of that fever. I'm gonna get a couple of extra blankets in case you get shivers later. Finish your rice and get some rest, alright?

[expellerhead]

[lets his hand fall back onto his lap, recognizing the withdrawal from the gesture, kicking himself a little for it.] All right. Take your time.

[seriously. have mercy on everyone and just. take your time.]