[They’re quiet and trying to comfort him. They’re not fighting. But it’s a hollow victory, a temporary reprieve. Because now they know what he’s been trying to hide since he arrived, they know he’s as far from “fine” as they are.
Cater’s embrace feels so good, Idia’s grip on his shoulder strangely grounding. He needs to get control of himself. The tears won’t stop. It’s not like the quick venting cry sessions he has in private now and then, this is a broken seal. He’s mostly quiet, with only occasional hiccups and sobs muffled by bitten lips. After a while, he scrubs his eyes with the back of a hand, his voice thick and rough and his eyes puffy.]
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Cater’s embrace feels so good, Idia’s grip on his shoulder strangely grounding. He needs to get control of himself. The tears won’t stop. It’s not like the quick venting cry sessions he has in private now and then, this is a broken seal. He’s mostly quiet, with only occasional hiccups and sobs muffled by bitten lips. After a while, he scrubs his eyes with the back of a hand, his voice thick and rough and his eyes puffy.]
I’m okay… I’m okay now, really….