[The hug is automatic. She latches onto him, clinging and letting her fingers curl into the material of his jacket because she doesn't want to let go. The lessening of physical distance helps, even if she still can't quite figure out how to surmount the secrecy between them.

But she told Yato that it didn't matter.

She told him that she would always want to know about him - but the thinks that he didn't want to tell her didn't matter.

(Maybe they matter more than she wants to admit.)]

Yato....

[There's an uncertain little noise as she buries her face in his shoulder, thinking her words over before she tries again, muffled faintly.]

Изменение.... I know that things are changing? Um... And people are remembering different things. Sometimes sad, scary things... and I am worried.

But - Anya will not change. Anya and Yato will not change. Even if there are different things... this will stay the same. [Her arms around him tighten, illustrating her point even as she feels a little embarrassed to admit - ] I will always be here... even if sometimes the not knowing is scary. It is silly... when the knowing might be even scarier? And it is not about Anya.

But... sometimes that is why I still want to ask or say. Even if it is неподходящий... ["inappropriate"] Not right?