[ He clings to her, and his optics static out. He cries with her, because it is so much. He knows what its like, to shoulder everything. To keep the brave face, to be strong emotionally. Mentally.
But... she's a child....
The crinkling of the bag brings hi mind back to a for front. Letting them both cry a little longer... She won't be alone with tears.
Waiting for the worst of it to be over as he leans back...
He doesn't say much of anything but simply holds the now tear stained package up to her. ]
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Date: 2023-10-23 01:57 am (UTC)But... she's a child....
The crinkling of the bag brings hi mind back to a for front. Letting them both cry a little longer... She won't be alone with tears.
Waiting for the worst of it to be over as he leans back...
He doesn't say much of anything but simply holds the now tear stained package up to her. ]