Best case scenarios are a rare thing. Best case scenario, he wouldn’t be the Chosen. Can’t have everything, can you? No, he knew she didn’t want anyone to see her like this. She always wants to be the ‘tough girl’, always did. But isn’t it better, that it was him and not someone else? Surely she knew he wouldn’t say a thing without her giving permission. Not that he had proved himself very trustworthy. See, he always thought their relationship was a mutual agreement in a sense. He would bother her, she would beat him up. A real duo they were, but a duo that would look out for each other when things mattered.
Maybe he wasn’t showing enough of that to her. Maybe that’s why she didn’t seem so keen on seeing him. Or you know. He was a burden. No one really likes him. That whole thing. He is awful after all. Anyone is better then him, what was he thinking?
Still, he couldn’t just leave her like this. That stupid chivalry he had adopted wouldn’t let him, even if she pushed and shoved him away. She was gonna get a cold if she stayed like this. Wouldn’t do if their all important summoner got sick, now would it? Besides, she needed to get over this fear for their sake. Painful as it would be, they had little choice if they were going to keep up this little futile journey. Though as she slumped, a look of worry passed over him, despite knowing she couldn’t see. Sheena wants to be the tough girl? Sure, she is. She always would be. Crying or not.
But if he said so, she wouldn’t believe him.
He’s just a liar, a pervert and an idiot, right?
“And now you don’t need to. You’re welcome.”
Just act normal. Like this isn’t a moment of vulnerability. Sheena doesn’t cry. Sheena never cries. Sheena just plows right through everything. That’s partially why he bugged her all the time. She could take it like a champ. Another reason was to keep her mind off things like this. Guess he didn’t do a good job of that this time, did he?
Well, he was gonna fix that now. She isn’t gonna be upset for long.
Abandoning her back, he grabbed the towel and tossed it over her head again, making sure she couldn’t see from under it without moving. Taking a deep breath, as if preparing for a big gesture, he placed both hands on her head, pushing her down even further, just to make it that little bit more annoying.
And toweled the crap out of her hair, making sure it would be an absolute mess.
she nearly cringed at his response, but she luckily stopped that impulse. or even if she didn’t, it blended in to her current state. either way, she felt guilt washing over her. it was certainly like her to refuse help, and they all knew that. but it was usually obvious that she was embarrassed to get help, unlike now where it could’ve easily been taken as her being ungrateful.
at this point, she was almost tempted to tell him to go away. to leave her alone. it would be better if he did, right? she wouldn’t be able to get snappy again, and have to see how utterly... defeated she was, just by a sound. but again, even when she summoned the courage to speak, no words would draw forth. damn you, emotional vulnerability.
fortunately-- or, for what happened, unfortunately-- she didn’t have to say anything. before she could register the towel being thrown over her head, or the pressure pushing her head downwards, she felt an intense drying session being forced upon her hair. she couldn’t jump up like she wanted to, as she felt weak from her fear, mixed with tears and the cold.
she managed to exasperatedly say his name, not too loudly as to not draw attention to the lobby. if she couldn’t jump up, then she’d do what she could to stop his incessant rubbing. grabbing one of his wrists rather tightly, she pried it off her head. she huffed as she sat up straight, the towel falling off her head, ready to yell at him; that was, until she realized that moments ago, she had been crying, and she still was, and she was now facing him. showcasing what was clearly not rain, as they’d been in the inn long enough for her skin to at least dry.
wordlessly, she picked up the towel. taking the ribbon out of her hair, she made a better effort to dry her hair more. the fire had gained her interest once again, as she refused to look anywhere else. realizing she had completely shown that she was crying stopped it, thankfully. she gave a bitter smile to the fireplace, as if her words for it rather than zelos.
“ ...it’s pathetic, isn’t it? ”
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