she is confused. she continues to search his expression, trying to grasp some idea of what he might be feeling in this moment. it's hard for her to understand when it felt as though she was fine moment, and now she has this headache. she feels him move - likely out of consideration for her, she imagines - but he must've been holding onto her for a reason, she thinks.
. . . .
she raises her arms then, looping them lightly around his shoulders, pulling him back down to her in an embrace that she chooses - it's still such a light touch, like he's welcome to escape at any moment but.
if he wants to accept it, and accept her, the offer is there.]
he's more worried about trying to get viola and iris alike off of her feet, and it's enough that her arms coming up around his shoulders surprises him. ichiro holds still, for a moment, blinking over her shoulder, hands still half hovering.
... all of that anger coalesces at once and just collapses. it's a turbulent mix of anguished emotions, distress and fretful worry and concern and frustration, but it's cooler, less ready to explode. he recognizes the importance of the gesture, recognizes what is being given, and hell - he's never one to turn down a hug in a moment where it feels like he needs one.
the hands that had moved away return, one coming up to curl a little in the back of her top as his arms loop back around viola, and ichiro squeezes, shutting his eyes. he gives good hugs; ichiro is strong, and warm, and when you just want to fight the entire world to make sure someone's okay, it means that you aren't going to let there be even an inch of hesitance in the message you give that they are. ]
...yeah. [ is all he says, at first, voice a little rough with the feeling of trying to cope with feeling all of that, all at once. he's got a big heart; ichiro's blessing as much as his curse. ] Me too.
[ i'm right here, she says. she is, and she isn't. it's so frustrating - he wants to tear this entire place down, brick by brick - so he's here, too. until he can get this fixed, make this right in the ways he hasn't been able to at home. i'm here. ]
[she relaxes ever so slightly when he seems to accept the signaling, curling back around her as she lets her arms rest more comfortably around his shoulders in an embrace. she accepts his clutching onto her, lets one hand press against his back, certain, and her other hand combs through his hair in soft, gentle passes. gestures of reassurance and affection that she's witnessed but never experienced herself - but it does not mean she cannot give them.]
... I know you are...
[she knows that he's here, and she knows that he - just as much as anyone else and perhaps a little bit more - fights so hard to help her. he insists on being relied upon, tells everyone around him this same message, and in truth she doesn't want to add to his burden. she doesn't want to give him one more responsibility.
but there is a truth that she thinks is important for him to know - ]
And since you're here, I know I don't have to be worried about myself at all. I'm safer when you're near - so don't worry.
[he doesn't need to do anything or be anyone more than he currently is. this is fine. she feels taken care of.]
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she is confused. she continues to search his expression, trying to grasp some idea of what he might be feeling in this moment. it's hard for her to understand when it felt as though she was fine moment, and now she has this headache. she feels him move - likely out of consideration for her, she imagines - but he must've been holding onto her for a reason, she thinks.
. . . .
she raises her arms then, looping them lightly around his shoulders, pulling him back down to her in an embrace that she chooses - it's still such a light touch, like he's welcome to escape at any moment but.
if he wants to accept it, and accept her, the offer is there.]
... I'm alright. I'm right here. Don't be upset.
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he's more worried about trying to get viola and iris alike off of her feet, and it's enough that her arms coming up around his shoulders surprises him. ichiro holds still, for a moment, blinking over her shoulder, hands still half hovering.
... all of that anger coalesces at once and just collapses. it's a turbulent mix of anguished emotions, distress and fretful worry and concern and frustration, but it's cooler, less ready to explode. he recognizes the importance of the gesture, recognizes what is being given, and hell - he's never one to turn down a hug in a moment where it feels like he needs one.
the hands that had moved away return, one coming up to curl a little in the back of her top as his arms loop back around viola, and ichiro squeezes, shutting his eyes. he gives good hugs; ichiro is strong, and warm, and when you just want to fight the entire world to make sure someone's okay, it means that you aren't going to let there be even an inch of hesitance in the message you give that they are. ]
...yeah. [ is all he says, at first, voice a little rough with the feeling of trying to cope with feeling all of that, all at once. he's got a big heart; ichiro's blessing as much as his curse. ] Me too.
[ i'm right here, she says. she is, and she isn't. it's so frustrating - he wants to tear this entire place down, brick by brick - so he's here, too. until he can get this fixed, make this right in the ways he hasn't been able to at home. i'm here. ]
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... I know you are...
[she knows that he's here, and she knows that he - just as much as anyone else and perhaps a little bit more - fights so hard to help her. he insists on being relied upon, tells everyone around him this same message, and in truth she doesn't want to add to his burden. she doesn't want to give him one more responsibility.
but there is a truth that she thinks is important for him to know - ]
And since you're here, I know I don't have to be worried about myself at all. I'm safer when you're near - so don't worry.
[he doesn't need to do anything or be anyone more than he currently is. this is fine. she feels taken care of.]