[Nahyuta doesn't immediately respond. He grows rigid, his fingers curling into Apollo's clothes in an unconscious gesture: being in close proximity to Apollo means he's feeling some of the side effects of that mysterious liquid as well. But there are few people who have been intimately connected with their own suffering than him, and with such practice at keeping it controlled, he manages to stop it from being overwhelming.
That doesn't stop it from hurting any less, like a dull ache of grief, but he reminds himself that this is for Apollo. For someone he cares for, anything is tolerable.]
... As do I.
[His voice is quiet, hoarse, and he forces himself to relax so he isn't gripping onto Apollo so tightly. Otherwise, he remains still, allowing Apollo the space to grieve as much as he needs to.]
no subject
That doesn't stop it from hurting any less, like a dull ache of grief, but he reminds himself that this is for Apollo. For someone he cares for, anything is tolerable.]
... As do I.
[His voice is quiet, hoarse, and he forces himself to relax so he isn't gripping onto Apollo so tightly. Otherwise, he remains still, allowing Apollo the space to grieve as much as he needs to.]