[ In all honesty, she doesn't expect him to hug her back, even if the gesture is somewhat awkward. She's long since known that gestures like this aren't something that he's known for. He certainly doesn't hug; she remembers how he'd reacted when she'd done it last time in the Great Sleep — how still and silent he'd been. He's treated her kindly in his own way, of course. Interacted with her with a gentleness much like the kind that she often extends to him. But this is... something else.
And then a 'thank you'; he's grateful for what she's done, too. Luna's eyes flutter for a moment, lips pursing and she nods her head a little. It's still oddly kind of nice, this, even though it's a little awkward. Especially considering last month. She doesn't mind this, she'll happily accept awkward hugs. She really is quite relieved this is her Paimon. ]
I just... couldn't let either of you disappear. [ And let whoever it was stay. Even if he was more Paimon than anything else. Luna does understand that Peter might disappear completely one day, and she doesn't quite know how that might be, how Paimon might be without Peter alongside him. The Waste might have been a hint of that, perhaps. How he'd apologised to her for the fact the Peter of his time was gone. But this? It... didn't seem right, to her. This was something far more darker. ]
I'm sorry it took me so long to work out what to do. [ She knows it isn't her fault, not really. Not when she was dealing with her own issues with Corruption and it took Ange to talk her down so she could see clearly enough to try and work out something to do.
But it felt... frighteningly too close to not being able to do anything at all. Her interactions with whatever he'd become had... not entirely been pleasant, even if he'd hadn't been outwardly antagonistic. She'd been listened to, obeyed. But nothing more. Even she'd had to deal with odd hissing fits in her direction. Luna's... really trying not to dwell on it so much. It's been dealt with now, this should be a happier time, even if Paimon's kind of surprised her this evening. ]
You sound different. [ Speaking of: she has to ask. She pulls away from him then, although doesn't quite part completely. Her hands rest on his shoulders, head tipping one way to look at him curiously. ] Are you... alright?
not me crying bc THEY HUG ;o;
And then a 'thank you'; he's grateful for what she's done, too. Luna's eyes flutter for a moment, lips pursing and she nods her head a little. It's still oddly kind of nice, this, even though it's a little awkward. Especially considering last month. She doesn't mind this, she'll happily accept awkward hugs. She really is quite relieved this is her Paimon. ]
I just... couldn't let either of you disappear. [ And let whoever it was stay. Even if he was more Paimon than anything else. Luna does understand that Peter might disappear completely one day, and she doesn't quite know how that might be, how Paimon might be without Peter alongside him. The Waste might have been a hint of that, perhaps. How he'd apologised to her for the fact the Peter of his time was gone. But this? It... didn't seem right, to her. This was something far more darker. ]
I'm sorry it took me so long to work out what to do. [ She knows it isn't her fault, not really. Not when she was dealing with her own issues with Corruption and it took Ange to talk her down so she could see clearly enough to try and work out something to do.
But it felt... frighteningly too close to not being able to do anything at all. Her interactions with whatever he'd become had... not entirely been pleasant, even if he'd hadn't been outwardly antagonistic. She'd been listened to, obeyed. But nothing more. Even she'd had to deal with odd hissing fits in her direction. Luna's... really trying not to dwell on it so much. It's been dealt with now, this should be a happier time, even if Paimon's kind of surprised her this evening. ]
You sound different. [ Speaking of: she has to ask. She pulls away from him then, although doesn't quite part completely. Her hands rest on his shoulders, head tipping one way to look at him curiously. ] Are you... alright?