"You will. It's a gut feeling," Miko promises.
"Do you need someone to spend the night with you? Will you be fine?" Mizuki has to cover her hands briefly with her arm as the sun sets behind Miko, bright rays of the sun close to blinding as they penetrate the glass.
"You should head home for the night," Miko smiles warmly. Mizuki stands, turning back to her for one more acknowledgement before she properly leaves. Miko doesn't turn, though well-aware of Mizuki's gaze upon her.
Setting her mug on the table, she lays against the bed, turning her head away from Mizuki. There's probably a part of Miko that wants to ask Mizuki to stay behind, to do nothing but to serve as company. It's hard to ask, though, for someone who's already asked for too much.
"I'll excuse myself. See you tomorrow," Mizuki helps herself out of the door. People here are so hard to communicate with.
