Rinoa's arms were still wrapped around Squall and she bunched the leather of his jacket between her hands, leaning back a little to look up at him. "Is it? You're not mad at all? I want you to tell me how you feel, Squall. Otherwise I don't know what I can do."
This was probably the most rational thing she'd said to him since he came to let her out. She was breathing more evenly, calmer now.
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Date: 2010-10-02 10:51 pm (UTC)This was probably the most rational thing she'd said to him since he came to let her out. She was breathing more evenly, calmer now.