[ It strikes Maruki like lightning to the chest. ]
A year... today is the anniversary?
[ If he sorts through the wreckage of his own memories right now, as swiftly as he can, it does make sense– he remembers watching the news cast himself, and the weather had been about to turn... ]
Haru...
[ To think, Haru confronted him on his own terrible anniversary, and he's returned to her on hers. Time and reality, ever serendipitous, even in the worst ways.
[ Her head swerves in Maruki's direction, a deep scarlet blooming across her face and reaching the tips of her ears. She's taken aback by such an offer- not offended at all, but simply surprised he would make such a kind offer in the first place. ]
A hug? I... oh.
[ She hadn't thought about it before.
All the condolences she had received leading up to the funeral, during it and after, were always courteous words. A handshake, a polite bow, sometimes a considerate pat on her shoulder.
Nobody had once comforted her with a hug, despite knowing she had lost the only family she had left in this world. ]
[ If there is one lesson Maruki has learned in this reality, there are hundreds, but chief among them is that simple, heartfelt gestures often do more for someone than hours of listening and gently talking them through their own pain could ever achieve. When Akira first appeared in the garden with no recollection of him, when he lost Omori, when he learned of Akechi's fate–
When he awoke alone in his apartment after Akira saved him from shattering along with his failed reality–
All he wanted was to be held.
He gets up from his seat, comes around to Haru's side of the table. Both arms stretch out before him, welcoming her to stand and let herself freefall into a safe embrace. ]
[ There's slight apprehension at first from Haru as she mulls over how time and time again her father had let her down. No apologies, no sincerity in his words and certainly no warm embrace to remind her of the love shared between them once.
Her body remembers all the wrong things first, yet misses the safety someone's arms provide.
As she rises and slips into a gentle embrace, the bustling of the street outside the cafe seems to fade into a muted hush and all she can hear is her own heart in her ribs.
All the handshakes, the little pats on her back and shoulders at the funeral, all meant to convey care rather than truly offer it.
And against Maruki, for the first time since Akira had pulled her into his own embrace upon her arrival, does she feel safe and cared for. ]
... thank you, Maruki-san.
[ She gives a gentle squeeze; maybe he needs this, too. ]
CRIES BLOOD WE CAN WRAP......... MAMARUKI HUGS FOR HARU WHENEVER SHE WANTS
[ He's grown far more used to casual affection in this reality than he ever did back home, but it still surprises him just how easily Haru fits into his arms, how comfortably she settles into the embrace. When last he saw her, she was bound and determined to put a stop to his tirade by any means possible, and now–
Now, Maruki tightens his arms ever so slightly around her shoulders, soothes one palm slowly back and forth across the top of her spine. ]
Any time. Really.
[ He stays quiet for a few moments longer, then, softer: ]
I'm sorry that you're hurting. This time, I'll won't take it from you. We'll walk through it together. That's my promise to you.
[ Sometimes the reprieve from her pain is nice. Blurred moments where she can forget watching her father's painful death on her phone screen, haunting gags as he struggled to breath echoed on every other Phantom Thief's phone around her.
Seeing it over and over online, even when she isn't looking for it.
But in their sobering reality, she remembers to embrace that pain as well; it's forced her to grow stronger, even if its method was cruel.
She nods against him, pressing further into Maruki's embrace.
It feels more like home for once. ]
I'd like to do that now then. I'm going to plant something new in one of the planters for Father... will you help me?
[ And though it isn't easy to peel herself away from Maruki, she looks forward to planting the seeds of something new with him. ]
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[ She doesn't move her hand yet either, perhaps reluctant now as it dawns on her how much she's needed such gentle comfort after such a violent dream.
After watching the violence unfold before her eyes over and over in this world.
She does continue to dry her eyes, smiling through the heartache of it all. ]
Please don't apologize. It's not like you did this on purpose.
[ Haru tears her gaze away momentarily, looking at the photo behind the counter. ]
It's been a year since Father's passing. I didn't realize it would hit me the way it has, I guess.
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A year... today is the anniversary?
[ If he sorts through the wreckage of his own memories right now, as swiftly as he can, it does make sense– he remembers watching the news cast himself, and the weather had been about to turn... ]
Haru...
[ To think, Haru confronted him on his own terrible anniversary, and he's returned to her on hers. Time and reality, ever serendipitous, even in the worst ways.
His voice is soft, soft. ]
Would you like a hug?
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A hug? I... oh.
[ She hadn't thought about it before.
All the condolences she had received leading up to the funeral, during it and after, were always courteous words. A handshake, a polite bow, sometimes a considerate pat on her shoulder.
Nobody had once comforted her with a hug, despite knowing she had lost the only family she had left in this world. ]
I... I suppose I wouldn't say no.
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When he awoke alone in his apartment after Akira saved him from shattering along with his failed reality–
All he wanted was to be held.
He gets up from his seat, comes around to Haru's side of the table. Both arms stretch out before him, welcoming her to stand and let herself freefall into a safe embrace. ]
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Her body remembers all the wrong things first, yet misses the safety someone's arms provide.
As she rises and slips into a gentle embrace, the bustling of the street outside the cafe seems to fade into a muted hush and all she can hear is her own heart in her ribs.
All the handshakes, the little pats on her back and shoulders at the funeral, all meant to convey care rather than truly offer it.
And against Maruki, for the first time since Akira had pulled her into his own embrace upon her arrival, does she feel safe and cared for. ]
... thank you, Maruki-san.
[ She gives a gentle squeeze; maybe he needs this, too. ]
CRIES BLOOD WE CAN WRAP......... MAMARUKI HUGS FOR HARU WHENEVER SHE WANTS
Now, Maruki tightens his arms ever so slightly around her shoulders, soothes one palm slowly back and forth across the top of her spine. ]
Any time. Really.
[ He stays quiet for a few moments longer, then, softer: ]
I'm sorry that you're hurting. This time, I'll won't take it from you. We'll walk through it together. That's my promise to you.
drags bloodied carcass to the end... wrapped 💝
Seeing it over and over online, even when she isn't looking for it.
But in their sobering reality, she remembers to embrace that pain as well; it's forced her to grow stronger, even if its method was cruel.
She nods against him, pressing further into Maruki's embrace.
It feels more like home for once. ]
I'd like to do that now then. I'm going to plant something new in one of the planters for Father... will you help me?
[ And though it isn't easy to peel herself away from Maruki, she looks forward to planting the seeds of something new with him. ]
WRAPT
It's only right, isn't it? When the weather turns warm again, he'll ask Haru to come help him fill the field of wildflowers on the farm once more. ]
Of course. Let's begin.