(Karsten)
She was still wearing my shirt, she hadn't changed into her own clothes but chose to wear mine.
A sense of pride I felt I had made her feel safe with me, and I had made her feel comfortable enough to wear my shirt.
She was vulnerable and I wished she would remain at ease with me as she was under my protection.
Arata almost choked on her tea when I told her about the pads. It must have been embarrassment mingling with the hilarity of the situation for her.
She slowly sipped on her tea when I offered her chocolates. For a few seconds, she stared at the cup in her hand and then her eyes found mine.
Like vast oceans, tears swam in them.
"Thank you!" She mumbled trying not to choke on her words.
No, no, no. No crying.
I hated it when a woman cried. Emotional regulation was not my strong pursuit. I could provide pleasures and advice but crying made me squirmy.
Should I hug her?
