[Junna looks at Lisa, watching her carefully. It's borderline dangerous -- she isn't watching where she's going, to try to keep a close eye on her girlfriend. Her hand squeezes again as she walks. Her heart is in her throat; her worry for Ai and her worry for Lisa are getting all mixed together. But Lisa's admission gives her pause.
She stops walking.
Then she pulls her into a tight hug. She doesn't have anything she can say to that, immediately. She isn't sure if she is ready. She can't make it so Lisa will be ready; even worse, she can't make it so the guilt of not going in again would go away. She knows it might be much worse to sit this one out.
It's like Junna told Lisa: not knowing can be so, so much worse.
To say nothing of not being there when Ai needs them.
But what she can do is stop for a second, pull Lisa into a tight hug, and make it so they don't have to rush off the cliff when everything is falling apart.]
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She stops walking.
Then she pulls her into a tight hug. She doesn't have anything she can say to that, immediately. She isn't sure if she is ready. She can't make it so Lisa will be ready; even worse, she can't make it so the guilt of not going in again would go away. She knows it might be much worse to sit this one out.
It's like Junna told Lisa: not knowing can be so, so much worse.
To say nothing of not being there when Ai needs them.
But what she can do is stop for a second, pull Lisa into a tight hug, and make it so they don't have to rush off the cliff when everything is falling apart.]