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[ He always has to tell V, when he's done well in one of his assignments.

(he struggles with some of them, and she knows that, and when he does well she's proud of him and it's-- he's glad)

(glad isn't quite enough, but the shape of the word is the most right and so it'll do)

And right now, he's especially excited as he wanders through the house looking for her. Because the printed-out grade sheet he's holding is for English and she knows that's his worst subject thanks to-- that, and so won't she be more proud than ever? ]

V? Neesama? Neesama, where are you?

[ Not that there's many places to look in a small cottage, and wherever she is in there - or even if she's in the garden - she can probably hear Thomas as soon as he starts to call for her. ]

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[ Thomas beams across at her when he sees V, thrusts the grade sheet out toward her. ]

The teacher graded my essay and I got a C on it, look!

[ He knows that... back home, something like that would have been grounds for a lecture.

(but V knows how hard it is for him and she knows why)

(not like it's not obvious, considering his chest, but. still.) ]

--oh?

[Her expression melts into a smile right away, and she reaches out to take the sheet from him, looking over the comments carefully.]

We'll have to do something special.

[She's glowing, a little, looking down at him, seeing how proud he is (and being so proud of him, for having come so far).]

[ He moves to latch onto V, to curl himself against her a little and feel her warm and real and his sister his neesama his against his body.

(she's warm and soft and he loves her so much, loves her more than anything)

(even when she's not looking at him like that he loves her and when she looks so proud he feels like he could burst) ]

Really...? Could we-- could we have a picnic, maybe?

[ Which usually means something in the garden, given Thomas's agoraphobia (that's hardly helped by his chest) but-- ]

S-something in the park.

[--in the park?

Her smile goes a little wider, and she puts her arms around him, and maybe there's a little water at the corners of her eyes.

(for him to be able to ask for that)

(he's come so far, since then, even with what ~~they~~ ~~she~~ did to him)

(and there's guilt, that this is such a step forward, but it's also from happiness)]

Definitely. We definitely can.

And we'll bring whatever you want to eat...

[ Tucking himself in against her more (with a little arranging himself around her stomach), Thomas makes a little soft noise and leans his head on V's shoulder. ]

Thank you, neesama...

And, ah, could... could we maybe go see Yuuma-san next week?

[She pets his hair slowly, laying her cheek against him.]

...yes.

I was hoping to see him myself.

[She still feels the need to thank him, sometimes, for what he did for her.]

[ Thomas sighs a little dreamily at the petting, staring up at her. ]

Mm, neesama... do you have to finish anything first, or can we go for the picnic now?

Hmm...

[She thinks for a moment, still petting, working her fingers gently into his hair.]

I think I can take this afternoon off.

What do you want to bring?

[ Rubbing his head into the fingers a little, Thomas hums. ]

Ah... I don't really know...

I don't really wanna go to the store, so... we could just bring things we have here, right...?

Mm, we could.

Can you help me with the sandwiches?

[They should probably move to the kitchen, in that case, but...she's a bit distracted by the fluffy hair.]

[ Thomas nods, pulling away (very reluctantly) and gripping at V's hand instead. ]

Mm... how are you feeling today, neesama? I forgot to ask...

Better than yesterday...

[She leads him carefully into the kitchen (and relishes the feeling of his hand in hers, just as she does every time).]

Still sore, but I'm all right.

Ah... should I make you a bath when we get back?

[ He glances at her face as he asks, expression open and earnest.

(he barely has to look up at all to do that nowadays, and that's... weird to think about) ]

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