[ everything changes, everything has to or one risks stagnating; the changes she sees in him are concerning but this all feels too much to reach out and ask. gin wishes she could, she wishes she could touch his arm and draw answers out of him-no matter how much he tries to withhold them. but she no longer has that quiet confidence when it comes to him, even if she still feels fond.
the nickname still has the slightest tinge of red creeping across her cheeks and then she's grasping his forearm. ]
It's... it doesn't matter anymore. [ not entirely true, she's not mad at him but it's still...difficult to think of it. gin hates abandonment irrationally so, so even when she can make sense as to why things happened the way they did, she's still prone to feeling agitated. ]
I didn't want to wait longer. [ to see you. soul society bureocracy would take some time in removing his exile, even though aizen had been defeated and kisuke was proven to be innocent beyond all doubt- so gin had come. ]
You look like you need sleep. [ to put it delicately. ]
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the nickname still has the slightest tinge of red creeping across her cheeks and then she's grasping his forearm. ]
It's... it doesn't matter anymore. [ not entirely true, she's not mad at him but it's still...difficult to think of it. gin hates abandonment irrationally so, so even when she can make sense as to why things happened the way they did, she's still prone to feeling agitated. ]
I didn't want to wait longer. [ to see you. soul society bureocracy would take some time in removing his exile, even though aizen had been defeated and kisuke was proven to be innocent beyond all doubt- so gin had come. ]
You look like you need sleep. [ to put it delicately. ]