[ She recognizes that look. It's the same look he had while stargazing, that same longing look that made her feel almost lonely knowing that Shiro would always belong to the stars--
Except he's not looking at the night sky now. He's looking at her.
She believes it, then, that he does love her more than the stars. She should feel guilty that he does, when he really does belong out there, when he has a responsibility as a leader and a defender of the galaxy, that he loves her more than the things he's trying to protect out there. But she doesn't.
Her hand rises to touch the hand of his stroking her cheek, and the look she gives him, her brown eyes piercing into his, is all at once tender and determined and brave. ]
choice use of icon there :p
Except he's not looking at the night sky now. He's looking at her.
She believes it, then, that he does love her more than the stars. She should feel guilty that he does, when he really does belong out there, when he has a responsibility as a leader and a defender of the galaxy, that he loves her more than the things he's trying to protect out there. But she doesn't.
Her hand rises to touch the hand of his stroking her cheek, and the look she gives him, her brown eyes piercing into his, is all at once tender and determined and brave. ]
Who said anything about stopping?