[A corner of his mouth tucks up, fondly. He's really missed stupid conversations like this, you know.
This thing with Twila wasn't entirely terrible. He didn't feel sad every time he thought about home and his dad. He had enough sense to realize over the week that that wasn't the way to do things: that it's a crutch not worth it if it means he doesn't care.
But it made him think, too, about how much he misses being happy when he would think about those memories. Or how he could reflect on other things besides the war, and be more involved here. And more than that, act his age again.
So... Maybe it's poor judgement, but he is grateful to Twila for some things. Enough that he can't let it hold him back from them. Plus Masaomi's speech seemed to sate it anyways... He shoves his hands in his pockets and walks back that way.]
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This thing with Twila wasn't entirely terrible. He didn't feel sad every time he thought about home and his dad. He had enough sense to realize over the week that that wasn't the way to do things: that it's a crutch not worth it if it means he doesn't care.
But it made him think, too, about how much he misses being happy when he would think about those memories. Or how he could reflect on other things besides the war, and be more involved here. And more than that, act his age again.
So... Maybe it's poor judgement, but he is grateful to Twila for some things. Enough that he can't let it hold him back from them. Plus Masaomi's speech seemed to sate it anyways... He shoves his hands in his pockets and walks back that way.]