Aerith gets up, too, but Alan can't meet her gaze. He tries--a little shift to those green eyes before purposefully looking away. The brunette's got it in one.
"No." A pause. That's not right. He furrows his brows. Subconscious slip--he knows he should. Properly. He does his best to fight off the sudden burning feeling in his chest, clenching and unclenching his fists, fighting off his own personal thoughts and forcing himself to stay focused.
"Yes," he corrects himself, crossing his arms. "Before the barge, when we were working together. She knows."
It's hard to meet her eyes when she was looking at him and expecting answers.
"She knows what you did? Or she knows you regret it?"
Aerith didn't approach him. But she watched him, her gaze neutral, hands clasped in front of her.
"Because those are two different things Alan." And it sounded to her that there wasn't any apology. And Saga would have figured it out. She was clever.
"I'm taking care of it." Alan's words are short, curt, and immediate--when he does look at Aerith it's with a stern look, close to a warning. Anger rising. It's not fair to Aerith--none of this is--but Alan's stubbornness is bleeding through.
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"No." A pause. That's not right. He furrows his brows. Subconscious slip--he knows he should. Properly. He does his best to fight off the sudden burning feeling in his chest, clenching and unclenching his fists, fighting off his own personal thoughts and forcing himself to stay focused.
"Yes," he corrects himself, crossing his arms. "Before the barge, when we were working together. She knows."
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"She knows what you did? Or she knows you regret it?"
Aerith didn't approach him. But she watched him, her gaze neutral, hands clasped in front of her.
"Because those are two different things Alan." And it sounded to her that there wasn't any apology. And Saga would have figured it out. She was clever.
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"Okay." She told him. "All right." Some things, it seemed, he wasn't ready to face just yet.