[The tug softens, but still memories are called forward - now not quite as bitter though (of soft reds of Twilight Town's sunset that shine into the white room, of the smell of old books and scrolls that DiZ dropped off at his room, of the clicking sound of keys being pressed down while DiZ worked on... whatever it was that he was keeping hidden and while this isn't home, it is maybe something that comes close, for now).
He looks distracted for just a moment as the memories flicker past his minds eye, to him they are good memories - or (mostly) peaceful memories at least.
He keeps his hand where it is, because any comfort he can offer her is hers to take; he knows she'd never ask or maybe not even accept if offered (but he also knows that he is just the same, and that is why going beyond just offering like he has now, is likely fine in this case).
It's not so much about believing in him as it is about believing in "him believing in her" which is not as good as believing in herself, but at very least it should tell her that that others are not as hesitant to put their faith in her.]
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and while this isn't home, it is maybe something that comes close, for now).He looks distracted for just a moment as the memories flicker past his minds eye, to him they are good memories - or (mostly) peaceful memories at least.
He keeps his hand where it is, because any comfort he can offer her is hers to take; he knows she'd never ask or maybe not even accept if offered (but he also knows that he is just the same, and that is why going beyond just offering like he has now, is likely fine in this case).
It's not so much about believing in him as it is about believing in "him believing in her" which is not as good as believing in herself, but at very least it should tell her that that others are not as hesitant to put their faith in her.]