[He stands there for a second or two, not moving, still surprised Ryo has hugged him. Maybe a little concerned Ryo will suddenly change, will hurt him.
But when nothing happens, his arms lift to entwine Ryo’s form, to hug Ryo so tightly to himself. He presses the bottom half of his face into Ryo’s shoulder.
He does miss Ryo somehow, for some bizarre reason, after everything. It feels like he tore a piece of himself out, but there are still little pieces of the good left in the wound, not letting it heal.]
Don’t be scared, [he murmurs.] It’ll be okay. Don’t be afraid.
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[He stands there for a second or two, not moving, still surprised Ryo has hugged him. Maybe a little concerned Ryo will suddenly change, will hurt him.
But when nothing happens, his arms lift to entwine Ryo’s form, to hug Ryo so tightly to himself. He presses the bottom half of his face into Ryo’s shoulder.
He does miss Ryo somehow, for some bizarre reason, after everything. It feels like he tore a piece of himself out, but there are still little pieces of the good left in the wound, not letting it heal.]
Don’t be scared, [he murmurs.] It’ll be okay. Don’t be afraid.