[There is no violent reaction: there's just a certain look, a painful twist of lips, and long and shaky sigh as he's sinking his face into his hands again, pressing the heels of his palms against his eyes.
It hurts. It still hurts. It's probably going to keep hurting for years to come.
(And even when it fades, all it's going to take is a look from that one, or the sound of his laughter, or the precise way that he walks through the world and towards everything in it to bring it back, sharp and brutal, to his awareness.)
The words are gone for a long moment, but the air around them remains steady. He has a better hold on himself now, and - in as much as he hates to admit it - he needed to hear that. It shows.]
I'll... [Swallowing.] I'll have to work on that.
[Releasing his hold, he means, and hanging it over Hikaru Shinta like some sort of guillotine. This isn't going to do anything but hurt them both, after all.]
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It hurts. It still hurts. It's probably going to keep hurting for years to come.
(And even when it fades, all it's going to take is a look from that one, or the sound of his laughter, or the precise way that he walks through the world and towards everything in it to bring it back, sharp and brutal, to his awareness.)
The words are gone for a long moment, but the air around them remains steady. He has a better hold on himself now, and - in as much as he hates to admit it - he needed to hear that. It shows.]
I'll... [Swallowing.] I'll have to work on that.
[Releasing his hold, he means, and hanging it over Hikaru Shinta like some sort of guillotine. This isn't going to do anything but hurt them both, after all.]