It’s a nice thought, isn’t it, that the grieving has the potential to become healthy, after a while. Pyrrha can’t help but wonder if this will hurt worse than the other dreams when she finally wakes up - as if the hole in her heart could get any bigger. Jaune’s reaction surprises her - he had never been so bold before, and it just proved that this version of his was the imaginary, grown up one. The one who’d had a chance to grow into himself. She’s tired of crying, but her throat still tightens reflexively.
“I don’t want to remember you that way,” Pyrrha says, so quiet it’s possible Jaune might not even hear her. The cuddling is nice, and as Jaune said, not unfamiliar. Team piles were more of a thing than ever - before, at Beacon, Nora had strongarmed them all into it with only mild complaining. As they grew more comfortable around each other, it was even nice. Nowadays, it was practically a necessity. A reminder that they were all still together - and a glaring reminder of the missing piece, but what could you do except hold each other tighter?
It is calming, and Pyrrha lets her fingers comb gently through Jaune’s hair, equally as soothing. It feels a little bit longer, though it’s hard for her to tell. She tilts her head to press her ear against Jaune’s chest, listening to his heartbeat and syncing her breathing with his. Far easier to calm that way. She’d had enough practice by now to know.
Of course Jaune would figure it out faster than she would - he had always been that way, inquisitive, an out-of-the-box thinker. Pyrrha was too trusting, and time and again the world came back at her to show her that. Team JNPR was without a leader, now, and between her, Nora, and Ren, they weren’t quite sure who could step up to the plate. If any of them could ever be half the leader Jaune was - the leader he was going to be.
“Mine. It’s my dream.” Her voice sounds faraway even to her, and Pyrrha lets her eyes refocus on Jaune’s expression, fingers still working down the nape of his neck. “I’m sorry, Jaune. I never meant for that to happen I - I’m sorry.”
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“I don’t want to remember you that way,” Pyrrha says, so quiet it’s possible Jaune might not even hear her. The cuddling is nice, and as Jaune said, not unfamiliar. Team piles were more of a thing than ever - before, at Beacon, Nora had strongarmed them all into it with only mild complaining. As they grew more comfortable around each other, it was even nice. Nowadays, it was practically a necessity. A reminder that they were all still together - and a glaring reminder of the missing piece, but what could you do except hold each other tighter?
It is calming, and Pyrrha lets her fingers comb gently through Jaune’s hair, equally as soothing. It feels a little bit longer, though it’s hard for her to tell. She tilts her head to press her ear against Jaune’s chest, listening to his heartbeat and syncing her breathing with his. Far easier to calm that way. She’d had enough practice by now to know.
Of course Jaune would figure it out faster than she would - he had always been that way, inquisitive, an out-of-the-box thinker. Pyrrha was too trusting, and time and again the world came back at her to show her that. Team JNPR was without a leader, now, and between her, Nora, and Ren, they weren’t quite sure who could step up to the plate. If any of them could ever be half the leader Jaune was - the leader he was going to be.
“Mine. It’s my dream.” Her voice sounds faraway even to her, and Pyrrha lets her eyes refocus on Jaune’s expression, fingers still working down the nape of his neck. “I’m sorry, Jaune. I never meant for that to happen I - I’m sorry.”