*it pains melody to hear kurapika tiptoeing around the truth, his heart beating an uneven tempo of guilt and determination as he does his best to protect his young friend from the pain of his own death. melody hates lying, but even she understands that it is necessary in a situation like this.*

it’s true, we were very busy.

*she backs him up, then comes up with her own way to bend the truth into something satisfying for him.*

though i do remember getting to spend an evening on a rooftop with kurapika, looking out at all those lovely lights together.