[She's not glad that his smile looks forced, but she is glad that it at least becomes a little more genuine. She knows Ion well enough to know the difference, and she wishes desperately that she could wipe the troubled look away from his face.
There has to be something she can do.]
Um... your room... where is it? [It might be a creepy question to ask, but Anise doesn't think so. She'd feel better knowing where to look for him, later.] I was thinking, did you want to get breakfast together tomorrow morning? I can meet you there.
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[She's not glad that his smile looks forced, but she is glad that it at least becomes a little more genuine. She knows Ion well enough to know the difference, and she wishes desperately that she could wipe the troubled look away from his face.
There has to be something she can do.]
Um... your room... where is it? [It might be a creepy question to ask, but Anise doesn't think so. She'd feel better knowing where to look for him, later.] I was thinking, did you want to get breakfast together tomorrow morning? I can meet you there.