[ There's no dignity in the way he trembles, horrified to discover Allen was like Tim. The one from his world. Gone. Deceased. No longer walking the earth. He mourned for Tim from Allen's world, in the way one mourns when a loved one is in pain. He felt the loss of him through Allen's sorrow, but never the full impact of his loss when the Tim he knew was alive and well, making mischief back home.
He shakes, unable to compartmentalize that Allen from his one, and the loss he once felt hits him full force. Tears rim the corner of his eyes, gathering on his lashes; one freezes, and the other melts. No soothing touches or kisses will make it right. The idea that Allen was no longer in another world leaves him devasted, and clinging to him in this one.
He hiccups, shoulders jerking unpredictably, as he tries to rein himself in to listen to a tale he never wanted to hear, but desperately needs to know. He clings to him the way he once clung to his mother, quivering from heartache that he could do nothing to help her. To help him, but hold onto him tightly, afraid of letting go.
And it's in his silence, unable to speak, that he grasps the meaning of his tale, not of death but of life. His eyes shoot open, the tears flowing freely, as he realizes his mistake. ]
It saved you!
[ His voice snaps through the bond, feeling wrecked and happy all at once. If Allen thought Shouto was clingy before, it's nothing compared to the sobbing mess burrowing himself in his collar, refusing to let go. ]
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He shakes, unable to compartmentalize that Allen from his one, and the loss he once felt hits him full force. Tears rim the corner of his eyes, gathering on his lashes; one freezes, and the other melts. No soothing touches or kisses will make it right. The idea that Allen was no longer in another world leaves him devasted, and clinging to him in this one.
He hiccups, shoulders jerking unpredictably, as he tries to rein himself in to listen to a tale he never wanted to hear, but desperately needs to know. He clings to him the way he once clung to his mother, quivering from heartache that he could do nothing to help her. To help him, but hold onto him tightly, afraid of letting go.
And it's in his silence, unable to speak, that he grasps the meaning of his tale, not of death but of life. His eyes shoot open, the tears flowing freely, as he realizes his mistake. ]
It saved you!
[ His voice snaps through the bond, feeling wrecked and happy all at once. If Allen thought Shouto was clingy before, it's nothing compared to the sobbing mess burrowing himself in his collar, refusing to let go. ]