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[Towa holds a cup of tea between her hands, a few times her gaze drops and she watches it ripple when her hands shake. They couldn't have known, yet she can't help but feel like they-- like she-- should have tried harder, knowing that Rean had been suffering through those feelings alone. But... thinking like that won't accomplish anything now.

She sets down the cup gently and stands, carefully stepping around the table.]

Rean...

[Green eyes look up at him with a piercing clarity. It seems very likely a lecture is coming-- but then he might have expected that much. But before that comes, she pushes herself up on her tiptoes and hugs him tightly; with all the strength her tiny arms can manage. This... this is far more important than the words that will, ultimately, come.]

You don't owe me an apology. In fact... if you have to apologize, I'd rather see you use it to apologize to yourself. I won't stand for anyone being so unkind to my friend-- not even you, yourself.