[ Upset doesn't begin to describe it, but he doesn't want to say the words. The combination of what he saw then and walking in and the texts between? Yeah. It all rattled him. It's everything. Everything that happened between stepping out of his house and well, not that long ago. This is the first normal thing that's happened to day - cuddling on the couch underneath blankets, keeping them warm.
He takes her hand. There's no resistance in the action, and he returns the grip on her easily. Holding her hand - another piece of normalcy. Another thing he likes. Another thing that lets him be just close enough without letting down every wall around him.
It's good she doesn't say it. Her offering that to him is more than he needs to try and process right now. He doesn't tell her exactly what he's feeling, not that he could even if he wanted to. But, he can tell her what he thought was happening. Maybe, maybe he hopes it'll make sense. ]
It's not that I'm upset, Reimi.
[ Easy for him to say. ]
I thought you were going to die.
[ Scared. Can he tell her that much? There's a lot of hesitation, just as much as in those moments of trying not to admit he cares. ]
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He takes her hand. There's no resistance in the action, and he returns the grip on her easily. Holding her hand - another piece of normalcy. Another thing he likes. Another thing that lets him be just close enough without letting down every wall around him.
It's good she doesn't say it. Her offering that to him is more than he needs to try and process right now. He doesn't tell her exactly what he's feeling, not that he could even if he wanted to. But, he can tell her what he thought was happening. Maybe, maybe he hopes it'll make sense. ]
It's not that I'm upset, Reimi.
[ Easy for him to say. ]
I thought you were going to die.
[ Scared. Can he tell her that much? There's a lot of hesitation, just as much as in those moments of trying not to admit he cares. ]
I was scared.
[ Phew. ]