"Hey, do you want to go to Kermit's?" She asks, gentle but not pitying. Pity never helped anyone.
"Sure," He sighs, and they heave their bags onto their shoulders, escaping the school as quickly as possible.
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They both eat pulled pork sandwiches, eating outside at one of the tables beside Kermit's.
Tanaka watches the fish, Darcy watches Tanaka.
"Haven't seen you on your bike lately." She comments, tone casual.
"Need to start being more careful. My father might notice when he comes home next week." He says, bland.
"What's your dad like?" Darcy asks. She hasn't had a father for so long, she forgets sometimes.
"He's..." Tanaka finally turns his head from where he was staring at the water, she she's shocked by the open pain and fear and panic in his wide black eyes.
"Oh, Tana." She sounds sad, and he looks down, refusing to meet her gaze. "Let's go home. I'll make you listen to French music again and everything won't be fine, but it'll be close enough. I will be here as long as I can, and you know that. I'm not about to suddenly leave you."
He's still steadily staring at the floor as he stands up.
They look at each other for a moment, and Darcy's eyes harden, Tanaka's mouth flattens.
When they walk out, it's two emotionless teens instead of one who has no idea what she's doing and another who doesn't know how to deal with feelings.