[ Ginger knows he is - sometimes!! - as immature as a child, seeking someone's hand for reassurance, whining for attention until honeyed-rum eyes are on him, crying at every little thing his feelings feel. The head ruffle is deserved and that it makes him perk up shows it all the more.
How he was able to reach maturity is a wonder to himself. Maybe it was through sheer force of will, a longing to stay caught up with Rum. ]
Mika...
[ He leans in as Mika keeps talking, clutching his hand tight. It's so easy for Ginger's mind to add more to that. 'Didn't becomes 'wouldn't' becomes 'couldn't' as the wild ideas play out, paranoia's touch making things worse. Mika didn't say anything of that, no, but what if? What if - ]
Mika... [ He's practically shedding tears for the both of them, big childish droplets. ] That's too lonely.
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How he was able to reach maturity is a wonder to himself. Maybe it was through sheer force of will, a longing to stay caught up with Rum. ]
Mika...
[ He leans in as Mika keeps talking, clutching his hand tight. It's so easy for Ginger's mind to add more to that. 'Didn't becomes 'wouldn't' becomes 'couldn't' as the wild ideas play out, paranoia's touch making things worse. Mika didn't say anything of that, no, but what if? What if - ]
Mika... [ He's practically shedding tears for the both of them, big childish droplets. ] That's too lonely.