[ There's no denying that loneliness had been plaguing JJ every since he'd woken up on Thesa Station—he missed his family, his friends, and his fiancée. The other refugees, though some polite, were distant usually, hesitant to trust and pessimistic in a way down to their bones that JJ wasn't familiar with. Some of them talked about war and murder, carried weaponry around like JJ carries his phone and it's just... different.
And Athena, for all her psychic powers, feels familiar. With her, it's almost like they're just a normal pair of friends, walking along and idly commenting on whatever caught their eye in the market.
He's committed to having a good time, and clutching this positive attitude, even when there seems to be something strange in the air, and even as it grows enough to distract Athena, a furrow to her brow as she looks around. ]
What's up?
[ Tearing his gaze away from a pile of organic squash, he meets Athena's look, guileless and easy. This is just a good time between friends. ]
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And Athena, for all her psychic powers, feels familiar. With her, it's almost like they're just a normal pair of friends, walking along and idly commenting on whatever caught their eye in the market.
He's committed to having a good time, and clutching this positive attitude, even when there seems to be something strange in the air, and even as it grows enough to distract Athena, a furrow to her brow as she looks around. ]
What's up?
[ Tearing his gaze away from a pile of organic squash, he meets Athena's look, guileless and easy. This is just a good time between friends. ]