[luckily for daniel's poor back the items seem to orbit around them more than anything, like they're caught up in a current. any flowers or cards of well wishes? well probably mushroom bouquets in a place like the trench. either way perhaps they're what's dancing around the room in agitated bursts. the rain beats hard against the roof.
mob's too far gone to think about the fact daniel should not be moving right now, completely engulfed in the grief he's been trying to keep at bay. it's not like at black vinegar, where his energy has an outlet in trying to fix what he broke. he can't fix daniel (well, he probably could but his now deepened aversion to his powers keeps that inclination away, like his powers had no place near daniel's damaged body just to make things worse,) he can't fix all the destruction, he can't undo what he did or what he remembers of it.
so there's just this, helpless sorrow at being unable to change. maybe things were better before he started considering his feelings more. would this have happened then? did it matter, if miss makima really could-
daniel wrapping around him makes him hiccup and then clutch daniel's shirt. he's deep enough in it all he doesn't feel shame for just crying into daniel's chest, accepting the comfort for what it was. frankly daniel has now been touched by his intense powers enough he might get one of those tiny, fun side effects like being able to see the stronger ghosts around, so enjoy that if so daniel. at the moment though the rain begins to slow just a bit, mob's breathing a little more manageable. just a bit.]
I thought I killed you. I thought- I'm so glad you're okay, sensei. If you had-
he swallows as he pulls back and tries to rub at his face, tears still leaking out, breath still hitching. one hand is clenched in daniel's shirt sleeve like he'll slip away.] Ah sensei... you- you should be lying down!
[the energy is still pretty charged in the air, mob's tone is even purely open and worried for once, frantic with that concern.]
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mob's too far gone to think about the fact daniel should not be moving right now, completely engulfed in the grief he's been trying to keep at bay. it's not like at black vinegar, where his energy has an outlet in trying to fix what he broke. he can't fix daniel (well, he probably could but his now deepened aversion to his powers keeps that inclination away, like his powers had no place near daniel's damaged body just to make things worse,) he can't fix all the destruction, he can't undo what he did or what he remembers of it.
so there's just this, helpless sorrow at being unable to change. maybe things were better before he started considering his feelings more. would this have happened then? did it matter, if miss makima really could-
daniel wrapping around him makes him hiccup and then clutch daniel's shirt. he's deep enough in it all he doesn't feel shame for just crying into daniel's chest, accepting the comfort for what it was. frankly daniel has now been touched by his intense powers enough he might get one of those tiny, fun side effects like being able to see the stronger ghosts around, so enjoy that if so daniel. at the moment though the rain begins to slow just a bit, mob's breathing a little more manageable. just a bit.]
I thought I killed you. I thought- I'm so glad you're okay, sensei. If you had-
he swallows as he pulls back and tries to rub at his face, tears still leaking out, breath still hitching. one hand is clenched in daniel's shirt sleeve like he'll slip away.] Ah sensei... you- you should be lying down!
[the energy is still pretty charged in the air, mob's tone is even purely open and worried for once, frantic with that concern.]