[He sets the plate down, the quiet clack of plastic against floor almost oppressively loud in the silence. He doesn't need any SHSL talents to know that something's wrong; his eyes search her face, all silent concern, looking for the smallest hint that she needs something like her usual physical affection.
Instead, as a kind of test, as he sets the plate down he shifts closer to her, letting his shoulder gently bump against her blanket-wrapped one, but going no further. Just that gentle pressure of his shoulder against hers as he follows her gaze out the window.
If she wants to talk, she'll talk. Maybe not to him, and that's fine. More than anything, he just hopes that his presence is enough to remind her that she isn't alone.]
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Instead, as a kind of test, as he sets the plate down he shifts closer to her, letting his shoulder gently bump against her blanket-wrapped one, but going no further. Just that gentle pressure of his shoulder against hers as he follows her gaze out the window.
If she wants to talk, she'll talk. Maybe not to him, and that's fine. More than anything, he just hopes that his presence is enough to remind her that she isn't alone.]