[And that's something they know, have known just about as long as they've been on the ship. It had taken months before Ginko was comfortable enough to let them sit close enough to lean against, even longer before he'd reached for their hands himself when they needed comfort.]
[They should be used to this by now...shouldn't they?]
...yeah.
[And Frisk knows how hard it is for him to talk, so they let the conversation slide away, leading him on quietly down the halls and into one of the elevators. They know the quickest way to the garden from any area of the ship by now--there and the observation deck. Quiet places to curl up, to look up at the leaves or the distant, twinkling stars and try not to remember how long it's been since--]
[Don't think about it.]
It's...um. Over here.
[They open the door very quietly, looking up at Ginko through bangs and lashes, hoping against hope that he might remember a flicker of something, anything.]
action;
[They should be used to this by now...shouldn't they?]
...yeah.
[And Frisk knows how hard it is for him to talk, so they let the conversation slide away, leading him on quietly down the halls and into one of the elevators. They know the quickest way to the garden from any area of the ship by now--there and the observation deck. Quiet places to curl up, to look up at the leaves or the distant, twinkling stars and try not to remember how long it's been since--]
[Don't think about it.]
It's...um. Over here.
[They open the door very quietly, looking up at Ginko through bangs and lashes, hoping against hope that he might remember a flicker of something, anything.]