[ That's Kasumi's cue to stop in her tracks. She spares him a concerned look, visible from Ken's point of view even as her hood hangs low, casting a shadow on her eyes. Ice cream can wait, she thinks; they need to talk and they need to talk now, and after her silent expression of worry she begins to walk, again, hand-in-hand, towards a small park a few steps away, just a small, quiet refuge with trees, a bench, and flowers.
(This isn't the kind of thing you can talk about while eating ice cream, anyway.)
When they enter the place, she leads them to the bench. ]
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[ That's Kasumi's cue to stop in her tracks. She spares him a concerned look, visible from Ken's point of view even as her hood hangs low, casting a shadow on her eyes. Ice cream can wait, she thinks; they need to talk and they need to talk now, and after her silent expression of worry she begins to walk, again, hand-in-hand, towards a small park a few steps away, just a small, quiet refuge with trees, a bench, and flowers.
(This isn't the kind of thing you can talk about while eating ice cream, anyway.)
When they enter the place, she leads them to the bench. ]
Let's sit down, okay? Tell me what happened?