[She believes him about the big things because she believes him about the little things. The little things, for her, are the most important. For someone so unwilling to trust, it's a shock every time she recognizes her own effortless belief in Komaeda's honesty.]
[She believes that he's telling her the truth now. But it's a painful truth to hold, new and raw and sensitive. Nobody's ever told her she was special before. Not . . . just the words. The simple words mean more, she learns, because it doesn't feel like a con. The truth at its most stripped-down and basic is the truth she can most easily trust. No meaningful glances or important words hidden in sentences hidden in paragraphs hidden in speeches. Clumsy truth, and that's it.]
[Maybe it's okay for her to be a little clumsy, too. Even if she hates not being perfect.]
yeah. me too. i'm glad i met you too.
[Mm. She can't . . . talk about all of it. She's tired and sad and still kind of scared. She thinks he probably is too. But there's this one thing.]
no subject
[She believes that he's telling her the truth now. But it's a painful truth to hold, new and raw and sensitive. Nobody's ever told her she was special before. Not . . . just the words. The simple words mean more, she learns, because it doesn't feel like a con. The truth at its most stripped-down and basic is the truth she can most easily trust. No meaningful glances or important words hidden in sentences hidden in paragraphs hidden in speeches. Clumsy truth, and that's it.]
[Maybe it's okay for her to be a little clumsy, too. Even if she hates not being perfect.]
yeah. me too. i'm glad i met you too.
[Mm. She can't . . . talk about all of it. She's tired and sad and still kind of scared. She thinks he probably is too. But there's this one thing.]
can i tell you something kind of weird?