"I can't imagine why," Pyrrha jokes lightly, reaching up to run her fingers through his hair again, a soothing motion from his scalp down the back of his neck. She liked his hair - she'd always wanted to play with it, but never quite had the courage, before. She was too worried about respecting boundaries, of not letting Jaune know how she felt, in case it would harm their friendship.
And she would trade places with him, without question. It was her fault, the whole thing was her fault. These past few months without Jaune had felt like an eternity (and that's all they had - an eternity without each other).
That did get a laugh out of her, and she can't help her smile, raising an eyebrow at him. "Yes, it does sound rather ridiculous when you put it like that, doesn't it? And this whole business of this being humanity's second time around...it sounds like a conspiracy theory!"
Pyrrha rests a hand against Jaune's lower back, still just marveling at how real he felt in her arms. She knew she'd have to let go eventually, but all she could think about was not yet, not yet.
"I don't know how much of a break we'll get," Pyrrha admits, feeling for all the world like the time is passing too quickly. Who knew when they'd wake up? She knew they had to get up early tomorrow, to continue working on how to get to Atlas. On Pyrrha's foolhardy plan - it was so insane, she wasn't quite sure why she'd entertained it. Maybe being at the memorial had made her feel closer to Jaune - Jaune, ever the problem solver, who would consider something a bit reckless (well, this was a lot reckless) to see if it stuck. "Tell me about your sisters. You...didn't talk of them much." Here and there, and it never seemed to be from embarrassment - well, not embarrassment of them, but of how adorable he was as a kid.
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And she would trade places with him, without question. It was her fault, the whole thing was her fault. These past few months without Jaune had felt like an eternity (and that's all they had - an eternity without each other).
That did get a laugh out of her, and she can't help her smile, raising an eyebrow at him. "Yes, it does sound rather ridiculous when you put it like that, doesn't it? And this whole business of this being humanity's second time around...it sounds like a conspiracy theory!"
Pyrrha rests a hand against Jaune's lower back, still just marveling at how real he felt in her arms. She knew she'd have to let go eventually, but all she could think about was not yet, not yet.
"I don't know how much of a break we'll get," Pyrrha admits, feeling for all the world like the time is passing too quickly. Who knew when they'd wake up? She knew they had to get up early tomorrow, to continue working on how to get to Atlas. On Pyrrha's foolhardy plan - it was so insane, she wasn't quite sure why she'd entertained it. Maybe being at the memorial had made her feel closer to Jaune - Jaune, ever the problem solver, who would consider something a bit reckless (well, this was a lot reckless) to see if it stuck. "Tell me about your sisters. You...didn't talk of them much." Here and there, and it never seemed to be from embarrassment - well, not embarrassment of them, but of how adorable he was as a kid.