[ It was what he needed to hear. He needed to know that she felt that effort. An effort he gave no one else because he didn't think anyone else needed it. He feels weirdly earnest for him. Maybe he's spent too much time around the likes of Koichi at home and others here? Or maybe he's just always been pretty honest with no outlet. It's hard for him to say.
Every touch of her fingers on his cheeks helps. Just a little. That unease never vanishes, but it is helping him to at least push it down. Deal with what's going on in his own way. If he knows she's safe, everything else is easier to keep away.
He'd have to understand it all to begin with, anyway. ]
I try to.
[ But, well, not well enough, he guesses. There's a moment of silence, his hand reaching up over hers. ]
You could have died. [ Again! Okay, enough of this, he decides, and he just shifts, tugging her into a hug, holding her tight and close. Hey, it generates Chroma, too. He's starting to realize in part that that he's imitating physical contact because he likes it, not because he needs Chroma (though he always does). What a convenient excuse. ]
You're not allowed to do that, you know? Die, I mean.
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Every touch of her fingers on his cheeks helps. Just a little. That unease never vanishes, but it is helping him to at least push it down. Deal with what's going on in his own way.
If he knows she's safe, everything else is easier to keep away.
He'd have to understand it all to begin with, anyway. ]
I try to.
[ But, well, not well enough, he guesses. There's a moment of silence, his hand reaching up over hers. ]
You could have died. [ Again! Okay, enough of this, he decides, and he just shifts, tugging her into a hug, holding her tight and close. Hey, it generates Chroma, too. He's starting to realize in part that that he's imitating physical contact because he likes it, not because he needs Chroma (though he always does). What a convenient excuse. ]
You're not allowed to do that, you know? Die, I mean.