[Liem does not say anything when Hayame gives her answer, but he feels relief bloom alongside the surge of remorse welling up inside him. Even though she's here with him, holding him tight and dispersing his discord… she's still angry with him. And that means that she still cares. She hasn't given up on him, or stopped hoping that he'll do better by her.
As long as she still cares, as long as she still hopes, he can weather any amount of her rage and her disappointment.
If it were not for the tense, quiet unsteadiness of his breaths, the soft roughness in his voice and the smell of salt in the evening air, he might simply seem grateful. He clings to Hayame desperately, pressing his face into her shirt as though he might disguise his lack of composure that way. He does, at least, manage not to make a single sound as tears slide traitorously down his cheeks.]
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As long as she still cares, as long as she still hopes, he can weather any amount of her rage and her disappointment.
If it were not for the tense, quiet unsteadiness of his breaths, the soft roughness in his voice and the smell of salt in the evening air, he might simply seem grateful. He clings to Hayame desperately, pressing his face into her shirt as though he might disguise his lack of composure that way. He does, at least, manage not to make a single sound as tears slide traitorously down his cheeks.]