( When it had turned from "I don't deserve this" to "thank you for your kindness", she knew he was heading in the right direction. Unfortunately, time and tides had pulled them apart with the fall of Overwatch, washing them ashore across the world from one another.

She didn't get to see how he'd progressed further. Only began receiving letters as his soul had healed, and he began describing what he could to her. Still, he remained fairly humble and there was plenty that the letters hadn't painted for her.

They finally separate once more when she's digging around for her photo and she's thoroughly embarrassed just showing it to him for a split second, tucking the device back away immediately, pink high in her cheeks. )

You're not far off the mark, but this was... something else entirely. I was giving off some sort of attractant and nothing was ever enough. I was so restless I'm sure I about drove Jesse insane sharing an apartment with me. I wasn't myself. Everything was keyed up higher— my worry for others, my affection for others, wanting nothing more than to share it. It was frustrating and embarrassing.

Those under the first moon seem to be volatile, and those under the second— like you, right now— are indulgent. As for mine... ( She just waves a hand. She'd just described it. ) Iris is last, and then we have some reprieve of a few weeks.