[ Anderson's currently having a similar problem, if less so; the deaths of her parents happened a long time ago, and it's something she's made peace with even if it aches still. She's also been living under conditions that expect her to keep her feelings tightly buttoned up at all times for the majority of her life, and accordingly, emotions play subtly across her features rather than overtly. Her fingers are somewhat tight around the gift box, which she's kept closed, the simple photograph remaining inside, and there's wistful fondness tugging at the corners of her eyes and mouth.
In this state, she can't help but notice when someone nearby has feelings in tune with hers but echoing more distressed. Feeling intrusive, she switches off her empathy after that one glimpse, and then glances over.
She wants to say something supportive... but is very out of practice with that. No time to try like the present, she supposes. ]
Someone you miss? [ she asks quietly, eyes darting over to make it obvious she's speaking to her and then looking away again, back at the fountain. Trying to grant her some privacy. ]
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In this state, she can't help but notice when someone nearby has feelings in tune with hers but echoing more distressed. Feeling intrusive, she switches off her empathy after that one glimpse, and then glances over.
She wants to say something supportive... but is very out of practice with that. No time to try like the present, she supposes. ]
Someone you miss? [ she asks quietly, eyes darting over to make it obvious she's speaking to her and then looking away again, back at the fountain. Trying to grant her some privacy. ]