... Tell me what happened. You said you were stuck.
[He doesn't resist pulling back, just holds on to Falco's hand. It's kind of gross since he's sweaty, but... eh. At least he's not slimy anymore.]
You look... like you don't feel well. And not in the pain sense.
[He feels a small jolt as the other's thumb moves over his skin, but he doesn't move. This is... well, it's different than what he felt like Machi. Two children marching to their deaths, trying to enjoy what little time they had left... until it was cut short.]
[This? He's not sure what this is.]
Talk to me, Falco.
[He moves impulsively, not thinking about it - stretching out his other hand to cup his friend's cheek. It's... fine. This is fine. This is just a friend thing to do, right? Maybe not normally for boys, but... nothing's normal here. It's fine.]
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[He doesn't resist pulling back, just holds on to Falco's hand. It's kind of gross since he's sweaty, but... eh. At least he's not slimy anymore.]
You look... like you don't feel well. And not in the pain sense.
[He feels a small jolt as the other's thumb moves over his skin, but he doesn't move. This is... well, it's different than what he felt like Machi. Two children marching to their deaths, trying to enjoy what little time they had left... until it was cut short.]
[This? He's not sure what this is.]
Talk to me, Falco.
[He moves impulsively, not thinking about it - stretching out his other hand to cup his friend's cheek. It's... fine. This is fine. This is just a friend thing to do, right? Maybe not normally for boys, but... nothing's normal here. It's fine.]