Almost melting from the crushing relief that he's there and alive, Allen presses into the embrace and tries to return it in kind, not understanding for a moment why he can only feel him with a single arm. He barely gives it a passing thought though, focused instead on the dampness pressed against his own face. You're crying--
Then... that means... you really were there. ]
Shouto-- [ He gasps softly, voice a little raspy from the phantom sensation of having his throat crushed even if no damage remains, and the tears flow freely down Allen's face too. ]
Shouto, I'm sorry. [ His voice twists with a note of anguish, squeezing him tighter for a moment. For so much. But why aren't you saying anything?
Allen pulls back just enough so he can look at him, touch their noses together, and bring his hands up to touch his face with a fretful, loving concern. Trying to wipe the tears away, but... he only has the one hand. The gesture feels lopsided. ]
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Almost melting from the crushing relief that he's there and alive, Allen presses into the embrace and tries to return it in kind, not understanding for a moment why he can only feel him with a single arm. He barely gives it a passing thought though, focused instead on the dampness pressed against his own face. You're crying--
Then... that means... you really were there. ]
Shouto-- [ He gasps softly, voice a little raspy from the phantom sensation of having his throat crushed even if no damage remains, and the tears flow freely down Allen's face too. ]
Shouto, I'm sorry. [ His voice twists with a note of anguish, squeezing him tighter for a moment. For so much. But why aren't you saying anything?
Allen pulls back just enough so he can look at him, touch their noses together, and bring his hands up to touch his face with a fretful, loving concern. Trying to wipe the tears away, but... he only has the one hand. The gesture feels lopsided. ]
Are you alright?