[The how of it beyond her. To explain that complex thought in words makes her pause and fiddle with the fake petals on her barrette, like the small bit of plastic can answer for her. It can't, clearly, because the silence continues on.]
It's-
[Another pause. Frustration begins to show on her face and she looks at her own hands, places one over her heart, and lowers them again.]
I don't know the words and-
[She can't show them, like she could with Seto. There's no way to force her feelings into them.]
I can't show Drifter.
[Hard knock life. But as she sorts through her thoughts, an idea strikes her. One that might show them how it works, in a small way.]
Maybe I can make your heart do it now.
[ARE YOU READY BEAN??? She's got a terrible plan.]
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It's-
[Another pause. Frustration begins to show on her face and she looks at her own hands, places one over her heart, and lowers them again.]
I don't know the words and-
[She can't show them, like she could with Seto. There's no way to force her feelings into them.]
I can't show Drifter.
[Hard knock life. But as she sorts through her thoughts, an idea strikes her. One that might show them how it works, in a small way.]
Maybe I can make your heart do it now.
[ARE YOU READY BEAN??? She's got a terrible plan.]