[For a long moment, her own gaze is cold as Mami takes in Sayaka's expression - it holds a hard glint that might be frustration or envy. Or both. Her teeth grit hard enough to make her jaw ache; oh, how she wishes she could relax as easily as that. That she could brush off these painful, hateful memories clinging to her with a grip that was clawed and desperate, could blink and merely forget the nightmares that so often filled her skull.
But the uncharitable thoughts retreat, as they always do and always will for as long as Mami's kindness still manages to outweigh her bitterness. A quiet sigh as she closes her eyes, feeling some tight, brittle part of herself melt a little.....then Mami finally follows Sayaka's lead and lays back down. They're not face to face, but they're closer than before, and the comfort that was only ever Sayaka's intention at last succeeds in slipping through the cracks of Mami's defenses.]
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But the uncharitable thoughts retreat, as they always do and always will for as long as Mami's kindness still manages to outweigh her bitterness. A quiet sigh as she closes her eyes, feeling some tight, brittle part of herself melt a little.....then Mami finally follows Sayaka's lead and lays back down. They're not face to face, but they're closer than before, and the comfort that was only ever Sayaka's intention at last succeeds in slipping through the cracks of Mami's defenses.]
...I know. Thanks, Miki-san.