So it tastes like pineapples? [she finds herself a glass, curious. Her smile is small and a tiny bit sad.]
When you go home--
[oh. Why did she say that? It's too awkward a subject to be resolved at the moment...she looks down and takes a sip of her drink, instead, trying to recover.]
When you...go home...I want you to be happy.
[that's not what she meant to say at all.]
I wish I could go with you.
[neither is that. Xion stops, looking bewildered.]
no subject
When you go home--
[oh. Why did she say that? It's too awkward a subject to be resolved at the moment...she looks down and takes a sip of her drink, instead, trying to recover.]
When you...go home...I want you to be happy.
[that's not what she meant to say at all.]
I wish I could go with you.
[neither is that. Xion stops, looking bewildered.]