It's fine, really, Nahyuta, it'll pass-- (but he doesn't know when that will be, if it'll be all at once, a gradual fade away. will he even be able to pull himself together after this? the memories and emotions rush back like he just dealt with every single loss freshly, and at the same time.
it makes it near impossible to protest the embrace he finds himself in. when was the last time someone even showed him affection like this? a good number of months since clay died, that's for sure. his arms raise slowly to wrap around his friend, but he hugs back fiercely. he can allow himself this one moment of weakness, can't he? tears flow slowly, his face buried in nahyuta's shoulder to hide them.) ... I miss him. So much.
(he doesn't name anyone. he knows that nahyuta has been feeling the same ever since that trial, the one they were both so deeply wounded by. he trusts nahyuta will know who apollo is speaking of without having to say his name. as though that will make things so much worse.)
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it makes it near impossible to protest the embrace he finds himself in. when was the last time someone even showed him affection like this? a good number of months since clay died, that's for sure. his arms raise slowly to wrap around his friend, but he hugs back fiercely. he can allow himself this one moment of weakness, can't he? tears flow slowly, his face buried in nahyuta's shoulder to hide them.) ... I miss him. So much.
(he doesn't name anyone. he knows that nahyuta has been feeling the same ever since that trial, the one they were both so deeply wounded by. he trusts nahyuta will know who apollo is speaking of without having to say his name. as though that will make things so much worse.)