[Voice]

[unknownrival]

[Utterly dripping with loathing:]

Yes community, another romantic virus was exactly what I needed. Thank you.

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[unknownrival]

It is always good to have you in my house.

[heavenlyhome]

Ahn. [A small sound of agreement-- Kasumi inhales deeply, exhales slowly. His presence is familiar, comforting, a steadying measure as the lingering familiarity of false memory began to faded.]

It is quiet here.

[unknownrival]

It is. It's supposed to be.

[heavenlyhome]

...it's very nice.

[unknownrival]

I'm glad you think so.

[heavenlyhome]

I would like to thank you.

[unknownrival]

No thanks are needed.

[heavenlyhome]

If you are sure.

[unknownrival]

I'm positive.

[heavenlyhome]

[The companionable silence that follows stretches on. Familiarity. Reassurance. She considers her hands, one resting loosely atop the other in her lap.]

It was... nice, wasn't it? To have someone for a time. Even as it was a virus, it was a happy time, during.

[unknownrival]

Yes. I very much felt loved. ...But I am always loved, by you and by my friends.

[heavenlyhome]

I'm glad. I feel the same way, most times. It is nice to be appreciated, isn't it?

[unknownrival]

It is. In that way, it wasn't a bad stretch of time.

[heavenlyhome]

No... it truly wasn't. [She reaches over to squeeze his hand.]

[unknownrival]

[He squeezes back.] ...But I don't like repeating it, either.

[heavenlyhome]

[She drops her head over their hands and says, softly:] I do not think we will have the choice, in the future.

[unknownrival]

I know. That's the worst part.