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[ she blinks, not having expected THAT, so she stumbles easily into the air hockey table. ]

...uh, kissing you, duh.

And, no, not really, but you told me about us. It didn't seem like you were lying. Like, feelings are hard to lie about, especially ones like... that. [ and she's desperate to find pleasure and there was only so much she could grasp from playing little games. ]

[ King has had total amnesia enough times to be positively vexed by how calmly she can accept making out with someone she just met and told her-- well, all that. ]

Are you sure you-- . . .

[ He trails off, unsure what to say, and then . . . D.Va will feel a wave of emotions hit her -- emotions that are definitely not hers. Sadness, sharp and painful, but carefully shepherded into a teeny, tiny box. Confusion and surprise, since -- well. Exhaustion. Anger. Desire of his own, since he was mid-competition and then mid-makeout with his super hot girlfriend that he's crazy about.

Which, by the way -- the underlying love for her is clear through the bond, and enough to sweep her away if she's not careful. ]

[ she might not think twice about making out with randos, but this is different. she'd also like to see if she can... unlock, so to speak, all of stuff hidden deep inside of her. it couldn't have been erased. she can't just be a clean slate. her memories are still there, and she just needs to dig them out of hiding or whatever. ]

Sure I'm su- [ she's confused in an instant. what the fuck is going on?! the sadness has her reeling back a bit, like... he doesn't seem sad. she's immediately confused. kind of... scared, to a point, that he feels he needs to hide that. the confusion ( and surprise ) is ignored for obvious reason. as is the exhaustion. ~~she knows what dealing with her is like, ok~~. the anger... is troubling. ]

[ she opens her mouth to ask about these things, but then she's hit with the feelings that are VERY clearly about her. she chokes, as if the wind had been completely knocked out of her, his feelings coming at her hard and fast. her face colors as she ducks, looking aside to try to hide it all, because she's definitely getting swept up in it. ] A- Atem?

[ Confusion flares up for just a brief moment.

Then understanding, and swiftly after, guilt and frustration. ]

I- I'm sorry, it's-- it's an effect from the game, I can't turn it off--

[ she's just going to shut him the hell up with a kiss, and when she's feeling her head swim she'll break it, but just because she wants to add, ] Don't. Don't turn it off.

[ Concern and confusion flare again, but this time it's more like . . . befuddlement. ]

Are you okay . . . ?

[ she's feeling a little overwhelmed... but also real bad that she can't reciprocate all of these feelings to the degree that he's giving them. ] I'm fine. Don't stop, please, ... don't stop. [ it's been real weird having to be... nothing. being told all of this stuff is one thing and she's accept some of it, sure, but other things she'd considered with a grain of thought. feeling it, like this, it makes it more real. so much so that she doesn't even realize she's started crying. ]

[ He pauses, watching her, concern telegraphing loud and clear. He lifts a hand like he's going to reach for her, but then it hovers there, uncertain. ]

. . . You're crying.

...because I'm happy.

[ ]

--Oh.

. . . Wait, what?

All of these feelings,
a- and they're for me.

[ Amusement and fondness bubble through the concern. ]

That's right. They are.

[ she's just going to cling to him. that's ok, right? ]

[ Clinging is acceptable.

He doesn't hesitate to hug back, even if it still comes with another spark of sadness. ]

I'm sorry I don't remember,
but I will.

Feelings like this can't be kept hidden forever...

[ Shakes his head, though he doesn't let go. ]

Don't apologize. It's not your fault.

And . . . even if your memories didn't come back, my feelings wouldn't change.

[ she doesn't want to think about that...
like, she has, but... right now she just... can't. ]

I'll get them back. [ squeezes him a bit tighter. ]

[ He hopes that's true. No one's ever gotten full amnesia that stayed that way for good, after all.

So he'll just selfishly cling to that. ]

I know. You're too stubborn not to.

Hah. [ snorts, finally taking a step back. ]

...let's do something else.

[ she's not interested in gaming anymore. ]

[ Considering this for a second . . . ]

Is there anything specific you want to do?

Something relaxing seems like it'd be nice.

[ The emotional bond just turns to static while he considers the options. ]

Well . . . there are shrines all over that are pretty peaceful. And it's a bit of a trip, but there's an onsen, too.

Onsen sounds nice. Let's go there.

[ He jerks his thumb back towards the door. ]

You're driving.

Of course I am.

I'm the best driver.

[ heads for the door. ]

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