[Homura half-forces a bit more of a smile, a kind her future self would never show.]
It's just this way a bit...it'll be nice and warm inside.
[She reaches for Madoka's hand out of habit, stopping midway, the arm freezing in hesitation. They had held hands so many times, Homura and the Madoka who had been here, it's essentially second nature to her to make this sort of motion. But she realizes that Madoka might have no similar feelings on joining hands, especially knowing how cold her future self had been to everyone. Not without knowing the story, not without finding out the truth. Her face shows this hesitancy fairly clearly.]
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It's just this way a bit...it'll be nice and warm inside.
[She reaches for Madoka's hand out of habit, stopping midway, the arm freezing in hesitation. They had held hands so many times, Homura and the Madoka who had been here, it's essentially second nature to her to make this sort of motion. But she realizes that Madoka might have no similar feelings on joining hands, especially knowing how cold her future self had been to everyone. Not without knowing the story, not without finding out the truth. Her face shows this hesitancy fairly clearly.]