[She might not understand, but she thinks she does. Thinks that he can't leave for the same reason she felt trapped, even before the threat of other people in their space. There's so much established there, ghosts of better times - Russia's room, Takeshi's room. The bathroom of the bubble beards. Their rooms, where they'd been able to tangle up in each other and forget where they were, if just for a little while. He needs to keep things - his possessions, his people, his places. She can't help feeling like she needs to be away from them if she's going to feel anything that isn't regret, mourning.]
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[She might not understand, but she thinks she does. Thinks that he can't leave for the same reason she felt trapped, even before the threat of other people in their space. There's so much established there, ghosts of better times - Russia's room, Takeshi's room. The bathroom of the bubble beards. Their rooms, where they'd been able to tangle up in each other and forget where they were, if just for a little while. He needs to keep things - his possessions, his people, his places. She can't help feeling like she needs to be away from them if she's going to feel anything that isn't regret, mourning.]
That's... okay. That's fine.