[ It wasn't an intentional deflection but Mao can't say he feels all that bad about the result it has. He hugs her back readily, letting one hand come to rest on the back of her head when she tucks her face against his shoulder.
He'd been worried about how he'd be able to watch her leave on tour again, but now he's not sure how he's going to leave this house if he doesn't make himself say something. It's Anya herself who gives him an easy opening, even if the way she says it makes his chest ache, deep and fond. Mao smiles at her when she looks up at him. ]
I feel warmer too. I missed you so much... my Anya. It was hard to share you with the world, you know.
[ His smile softens as he watches for her reaction. Even if she reacts badly, he's so glad to just have her here that it might not even hurt. ]
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He'd been worried about how he'd be able to watch her leave on tour again, but now he's not sure how he's going to leave this house if he doesn't make himself say something. It's Anya herself who gives him an easy opening, even if the way she says it makes his chest ache, deep and fond. Mao smiles at her when she looks up at him. ]
I feel warmer too. I missed you so much... my Anya. It was hard to share you with the world, you know.
[ His smile softens as he watches for her reaction. Even if she reacts badly, he's so glad to just have her here that it might not even hurt. ]