[ There's another freeze, a pause, when those arms wrap around his shoulders. His whole body tenses, as if he didn't know what an embrace was. His hands move on instinct, however. Grabbing at Leona's shirt, pulling and tugging to try bringing him closer.
The warmth of the other boy's body was enough. His words? They helped, too.
Tiny sniffles begin to die down, his sad little whimpers and sobs settling down, some of that tension slipping from his body. His cheek presses against Leona, tucked away against him. And, as easily as he'd begun to sob and cry...
He calms down, enough to take in a shaky breath, to self soothe as much as he's able. Or, to bury those feelings down, bottle them and cap them to never be seen by anyone else. To hide them, as if he was wrong to even think of showing them.
Still, there's less bottling up needed, with the embrace. ]
O-kay...
[ He murmurs out the single word, shifting enough to bring one hand to his face again, wiping it somewhat clean. ]
I- I did... get the Glittering Honey... so- so we only need a few things now.
[ And he's trying to get back on task, despite practically clinging to the older boy, little fingers curled against his shirt, cheek pressed flush against him. ]
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The warmth of the other boy's body was enough. His words? They helped, too.
Tiny sniffles begin to die down, his sad little whimpers and sobs settling down, some of that tension slipping from his body. His cheek presses against Leona, tucked away against him. And, as easily as he'd begun to sob and cry...
He calms down, enough to take in a shaky breath, to self soothe as much as he's able. Or, to bury those feelings down, bottle them and cap them to never be seen by anyone else. To hide them, as if he was wrong to even think of showing them.
Still, there's less bottling up needed, with the embrace. ]
O-kay...
[ He murmurs out the single word, shifting enough to bring one hand to his face again, wiping it somewhat clean. ]
I- I did... get the Glittering Honey... so- so we only need a few things now.
[ And he's trying to get back on task, despite practically clinging to the older boy, little fingers curled against his shirt, cheek pressed flush against him. ]