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Weiss is happy for Blake and Yang. Truly, she is.
This war has been horrible on everyone, and the fact that the two of them could find happiness in each other couldn’t be understated.
It's just that, sometimes they were a bit much.
Like, very much. Such as right now.
Finding kindling for a fire should be simple enough; there's trees and foliage all around them.
And despite splitting off into pairs—Jaune watching their makeshift shelter back on the shore—Weiss can still hear Blake and Yang whispering sweet nothings to each other, the distance Ruby and herself were deliberately making, having little effect.
"You're so smart, y'know that?"
Blake giggles. "You too. Don't sell yourself short."
Weiss can imagine hands getting too close to be considered platonic and heads tilting into each other's neck.
There was only so much PDA one could take. Looking over at Ruby, who is eyeing a spiraled branch like it’s the most interesting thing on this chaotic island lets her know that she isn’t alone in her feelings.
Despite everything, Weiss can’t help the fond smile when she thinks of the two of them.