After leaving B, all smiles and sympathetic words in the
kitchen, A falls apart. The only room he's been in like that before was with Near, and that was so long ago--his hands are trembling.
A stumbles back into his shared room with Near moments later, still shaking, but trying to hold back the sobs--he really should have been stronger by now.
Welcome home.
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He shuts the door behind him with a soft click, trying to keep the waver from his voice as he leans back against it.
Y-you... how are you?
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*Sitting up, putting the book aside and reaching out to him.*
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A loud sniffle, and he moves onto the bed, within reach.
It was really b-bad. That's all.
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*Reaching out for him, tugging him close.*
What was bad?
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He huddles closer to Near, inhaling a shaking breath.
Sh-shouldn't have been. But--there were walls, and things coming, and screaming, and it wasn't--I didn't like it.
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Really.
'm not scared. Don't worry.
His voice is still obviously trembling.
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He does so anyway, shaking his head.
Didn't even do anything. Not a scratch.
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He pulls back a gloved hand though, with a small wince.
A b-bit bruised, but. Nothing in there did it.
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Well. He considers this for a moment.
I--I can do it. Don't worry.
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