[ even if he doesn't entirely feel the same, falco makes an effort to understand. the way sparring may simply be a sport, for some— not exactly riddled with trauma. falco rests his head against childe's arm and chest, and from there simply holds him the best he could in a hug, the way childe does him.
[A sad smile unfolds across his features and his eyebrows knit in worry, breathing out a small sigh as Falco's head rests against him. What a cruel world it was, to put him through this. The Harbinger falls silent for a moment to reflect on their battle, the slow change in demeanor as Falco fought him with his titan, and the boy he carried in his arms now-
When his own brother had died as a Waste back in the dream, he couldn't protect him. But maybe he could at least parry the danger from Falco instead.
It's the least he could do.]
Let's get you back home.
[The rest of the trip back is quiet, and he takes Falco home as he'd asked. To let him rest, to let him grow back his arm.]
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we can start wrapping up here maybe!
[ even if he doesn't entirely feel the same, falco makes an effort to understand. the way sparring may simply be a sport, for some— not exactly riddled with trauma. falco rests his head against childe's arm and chest, and from there simply holds him the best he could in a hug, the way childe does him.
he's glad to have him. ]
sounds good to me!
When his own brother had died as a Waste back in the dream, he couldn't protect him. But maybe he could at least parry the danger from Falco instead.
It's the least he could do.]
Let's get you back home.
[The rest of the trip back is quiet, and he takes Falco home as he'd asked. To let him rest, to let him grow back his arm.]