[ He had talked about the winter ball, describing his recollections with such detail, desperate and loving -- but Pyrrha will always remember this best: Jaune comforting her when she doesn't even deserve it, with a tender expression and a touch she isn't sure she'll ever get used to (isn't sure she wants to, really).
There's nothing he could have said that would have soothed her more. In answer, there's a trembling attempt at a smile, there and then gone.
She knows she doesn't want to go home, not yet. Home is a calm place; home shouldn't have to deal with her right now. Pyrrha looks around, taking his words perhaps a bit more literally than either of them expected, and then, on utter whim, chooses the tallest building in the immediate area. ]
action.
There's nothing he could have said that would have soothed her more. In answer, there's a trembling attempt at a smile, there and then gone.
She knows she doesn't want to go home, not yet. Home is a calm place; home shouldn't have to deal with her right now. Pyrrha looks around, taking his words perhaps a bit more literally than either of them expected, and then, on utter whim, chooses the tallest building in the immediate area. ]
Up there.
[ The roof. ]