[ The others' hostages have been so kind to her. Hina's a girl who can take care of herself—that's the air she gives off, what he now knows she's constructed to give off. She's good at it. Or, maybe he's just naïve, not seeing what was in front of his face until it was too late.
It's both, probably.
The point is, despite the fact that he's sure she's insisted she doesn't need it, those older than her keep offering her what have to be words of comfort on top of physical reassurance. He can't read lips, but he watches. He knows what she looks like, when she's touched. He's spent so much of the summer watching her, after all.
Hodaka's lost in these thoughts when Obi speaks up. He's been lost in them, barely offering any sort of greeting. It means for a moment, he doesn't comprehend. Doesn't hear. ]
Huh? [ He pulls his eyes away from Hina. ] ...Rain?
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It's both, probably.
The point is, despite the fact that he's sure she's insisted she doesn't need it, those older than her keep offering her what have to be words of comfort on top of physical reassurance. He can't read lips, but he watches. He knows what she looks like, when she's touched. He's spent so much of the summer watching her, after all.
Hodaka's lost in these thoughts when Obi speaks up. He's been lost in them, barely offering any sort of greeting. It means for a moment, he doesn't comprehend. Doesn't hear. ]
Huh? [ He pulls his eyes away from Hina. ] ...Rain?