By then, Hark had indeed drifted off, sleeping soundly in the chair while barely moving save for a light twitch in his left hand, which kept giving light sparks before briefly turning into water and disappearing. It was only when she tapped his shoulder that he woke up, shaking himself awake and meeting Rebecca’s gaze, blinking for a few seconds.
What? What was…?
… Oh.
He looked at the hand, surprised at first at the scar, but quickly going to hold it with the tenderness of someone who could only care.
“Alright,” was his only word, though, and he gave a small smile, getting up.
Rebecca’s smile became a little warmer as she started walking out of the Pokemon center, glancing around to be sure no one was even glancing their way as she led him to the path to her home. Her scarred hand gently squeezed his as the paper lanterns flickered on.
“Undella’s always pretty at sunset, don’t ya think?”
Her voice was soft, not wanting to catch the attention of anyone other than her trench coat-wearing companion.
“This place is a beach resort but it’s quiet enough at night that it’s easy to forget that.”
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