aaa, she watches him get choked up, and she knows exactly how it feels. the situation's a little different for her, but it doesn't matter. having your trust and care thrown in your face like that is rotten. so - carefully, when his expression crumples, she turns entirely and wraps him up in a full on hug.
and she's good at it, too. she's big and warm, solid, and not afraid to be close. so - she hugs him, resting her hand on the back of his head. she doesn't say anything! but it's okay. he can cry if he needs, she doesn't mind.]
it comes with a hiccup and a sob, not nearly as quiet as it should. because this is just - this is so tender that it feels like a wound that's never going to heal, and it's hitting him all like a truck now that they're stuck in this place. now that he's finally slowed down enough to process it again, all of the grief and the misery of the past few weeks compounds all at once. he's trying not to be too obvious about it, but his fingers come up to return the warm, solid hug, and he squeezes, tight.
it's okay to be weak, for a few minutes. it's okay to be hurt, to be fragile, to be vulnerable. ]
[AAAAAAA GOD she's so sad, but it's okay, she doesn't mind doing this! she turns so she can better hold him, her tail coming up to wrap around him too. this is the kind of thing that she thinks so many people need, and she's glad that even if they don't know each other all that well yet, he's comfortable enough to let go with her. it makes her feel good, to be a safe harbor.
she'll stay here and gently pet his hair. it's okay.]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
aaa, she watches him get choked up, and she knows exactly how it feels. the situation's a little different for her, but it doesn't matter. having your trust and care thrown in your face like that is rotten. so - carefully, when his expression crumples, she turns entirely and wraps him up in a full on hug.
and she's good at it, too. she's big and warm, solid, and not afraid to be close. so - she hugs him, resting her hand on the back of his head. she doesn't say anything! but it's okay. he can cry if he needs, she doesn't mind.]
no subject
he immediately bursts into tears?
it comes with a hiccup and a sob, not nearly as quiet as it should. because this is just - this is so tender that it feels like a wound that's never going to heal, and it's hitting him all like a truck now that they're stuck in this place. now that he's finally slowed down enough to process it again, all of the grief and the misery of the past few weeks compounds all at once. he's trying not to be too obvious about it, but his fingers come up to return the warm, solid hug, and he squeezes, tight.
it's okay to be weak, for a few minutes. it's okay to be hurt, to be fragile, to be vulnerable. ]
no subject
she'll stay here and gently pet his hair. it's okay.]