[so self-deprecating. janus watches the minute changes on her facial expression, guessing easily the way that her train of thought is traveling. checking out the argument, trying to imagine the situations adjusting, trying to put herself in the new scenario, to see if she's any good, because on first pass, she doesn't think she's any good. they feel a surge of fondness for her in their heart, akin to the warmth they have in them when they think of rafa.

on impulse, they kiss her right between her eyebrows, their breath brushing warm through the blonde hair on the top of her head.]

Thank you, [they say.] I am a little afraid. I thought our lives were taking us in different directions, and perhaps they are. Perhaps we're only kidding ourselves. But I want to try. He's worth trying for.