[ flaco will help him, in that regard. an inhaling gasp that finds its way into a breathy exhale. a sinus infection— of course. they don't want to get each other sick. falco squeezes the boy's head one more time before he pulls back with a more visibly drawn smile. wet, exposed and tight around the lips as he presses them together, but there all the same. ]
Yeah. [ he's more worried about peter than he was himself— how could peter be an awful person, still asking him those things? the boy dips his head, and offers a suggestion to prove his care toward the elder brother figure: ] Let's— Let's get some fresh air. For our sinuses.
[ he takes peter's hand, gives it an expecting tug— and whenever the older boy is ready to follow, falco will help themselves up, and make for the door.
he's always looking up, always offering peter the same smile, and the support in the grip of his fingers against the other's palm and sleeve. ]
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Yeah. [ he's more worried about peter than he was himself— how could peter be an awful person, still asking him those things? the boy dips his head, and offers a suggestion to prove his care toward the elder brother figure: ] Let's— Let's get some fresh air. For our sinuses.
[ he takes peter's hand, gives it an expecting tug— and whenever the older boy is ready to follow, falco will help themselves up, and make for the door.
he's always looking up, always offering peter the same smile, and the support in the grip of his fingers against the other's palm and sleeve. ]