[ It's strange, how much of this he's gotten used to: the spontaneous singing, for one. The lyrics say plenty, and he's grateful for them as much as he's apologetic about the fact that he can't respond, in kind.
The conflict always remains, how much of himself he's allowed to give— in the sense that he's Ai's Servant, his current life is hers. But he knows the tragedy of overstepping, and he's averse to leading her on as much as he is to harming her.
So, instead of saying anything in response to her singing, he shrugs off his jacket and puts it over Ai's shoulders, keeping her a little drier from the light drizzle that's started. ]
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The conflict always remains, how much of himself he's allowed to give— in the sense that he's Ai's Servant, his current life is hers. But he knows the tragedy of overstepping, and he's averse to leading her on as much as he is to harming her.
So, instead of saying anything in response to her singing, he shrugs off his jacket and puts it over Ai's shoulders, keeping her a little drier from the light drizzle that's started. ]