[honestly, vi is used to awkward more than she would like to admit - it's become a sort of default normal-abnormal so that yeah, at least half the awkwardness is lost on her, and - oh, that metaphor. they both carry their inside scars and burdens on the outside, too. buried memories, dead and gone buried people, same and same.

yeah, it's like that now. a hug happens. again when did she become a hugger? now, she supposes. and she doesn't try and lift saeri off her feet, she just returns the gesture with unguarded sincerity.

she can't help hum a little laugh at that. at how it sounds - and if things had been less ...whatever this is, she might have let a half-joke slip, but she doesn't.]

I have a couple ideas. Well, really, it's just one idea. I'd have to describe it from memory, and then you could just put your own spin on it.

[she will break the embrace, but give her a moment. give her two moments.]