There's no time for full attention to this thought, though; the panic in his face and voice sends a dart of guilt through her brain. She wouldn't have done any differently, but . . . she'd gotten too caught up, could have told him better.
Probably could have told Christina better, too. She's just managed a bare nod back to Shinichi, guilty, when the name from Christina catches her attention. Outside, the sudden rustle of wings, too loud, punctuates.
Not even thinking, she pulls back closer to Shinichi -- this time with herself in front. Something feels wrong.
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There's no time for full attention to this thought, though; the panic in his face and voice sends a dart of guilt through her brain. She wouldn't have done any differently, but . . . she'd gotten too caught up, could have told him better.
Probably could have told Christina better, too. She's just managed a bare nod back to Shinichi, guilty, when the name from Christina catches her attention. Outside, the sudden rustle of wings, too loud, punctuates.
Not even thinking, she pulls back closer to Shinichi -- this time with herself in front. Something feels wrong.