[ Kido's sitting on the bed when Terry returns, a single bag on her lap that contains everything that she had with her before coming here, wearing a plain black t-shirt and long pants because her hoodies had gotten too burnt in the fire to salvage— both of them, the only things she had left of her parents, gone. It was only because she didn't want to get anything wet going through the first floor that her pockets were otherwise empty at the time, no phone or papers or anything, but it feels weird having no jacket pocket to stuff her hands in, and no hood to pull over her head and block out the rest of the world. All she has to distract is the hospital wrist band she fiddles with, replacing the omamori that she'd lost forever too.
But there's no helping any of that. Kido nods and gets up onto her feet, unsteady for how little she'd gotten out of bed the past few days, but after those first few steps, it looks like she's fine again. The first few steps are always the hardest, but she'll always push through, and she'll always be fine. ]
...Thanks for staying with me, Terrence. Let's go home.
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But there's no helping any of that. Kido nods and gets up onto her feet, unsteady for how little she'd gotten out of bed the past few days, but after those first few steps, it looks like she's fine again. The first few steps are always the hardest, but she'll always push through, and she'll always be fine. ]
...Thanks for staying with me, Terrence. Let's go home.