[ the pressure felt against his forehead was one he only ever remembers doing with his brother(s). when falco closes his eyes, keeps still, very still, feeling an intimate closeness— he, neither this, felt brotherly. his heart was beating too fast to. but at the same time . . . he’s never had a friend so close. he’s never been able to share so much when he didn’t count family.
too much has happened. he is a mess. he needs time to process what has gone and what is happening, and something is definitely . . . happening. he wouldn’t mind if he simply hovered there, suspended, only worrying about breathing and how nice it was to share the proximity—
in the meantime, he doesn’t shy away. he gives a press back, dipping his head to oblige and continue, before the pressure releases with his own gentle pullback. he hasn’t let go of the other’s hand, but . . . they’re starting to sweat, feel damp to the touch, jun would find. he’s not drying, no matter how warm he felt. ]
I, um . . . Not so far behind. [ his attempted smile comes weak and with raised shoulders. he’s a traumatized child soldier. he has a terminal curse. he’s possessed— his head isn’t any clearer. falco swallows thick, and rubs his thumb reassuringly over the hand he still covers. he’s barely registering that he’s holding someone’s hand for so long. ] But it’s not something we can’t get through together.
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too much has happened. he is a mess. he needs time to process what has gone and what is happening, and something is definitely . . . happening. he wouldn’t mind if he simply hovered there, suspended, only worrying about breathing and how nice it was to share the proximity—
in the meantime, he doesn’t shy away. he gives a press back, dipping his head to oblige and continue, before the pressure releases with his own gentle pullback. he hasn’t let go of the other’s hand, but . . . they’re starting to sweat, feel damp to the touch, jun would find. he’s not drying, no matter how warm he felt. ]
I, um . . . Not so far behind. [ his attempted smile comes weak and with raised shoulders. he’s a traumatized child soldier. he has a terminal curse. he’s possessed— his head isn’t any clearer. falco swallows thick, and rubs his thumb reassuringly over the hand he still covers. he’s barely registering that he’s holding someone’s hand for so long. ] But it’s not something we can’t get through together.