[He's been through nonstop ordeals, has dealt with murder and violence and watching his partner twist the bones of grown men as if they were pretzels. He had to look his boss in the eye and play polite while carrying out orders that would make an average person sick to their stomach, and this, this, is what makes him break down into tears?]
[Nostalgia is a potent poison in its own right, and yet he indulges, and he can't help it. If he weren't as touched by everything from before with food and food conversation he may have pulled away. Now, though, he feels like his body is a weight, and he lets it fall against the other man in that embrace. Solid, and warm, truly. His own hand, after a moment, reaches out to pat the other's knee gently, eyes looking up to catch the other's face with a light huff of a sigh.]
Hey. Don't cry. I don't know what you've been through. But still...you're too nice to have to deal with it.
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[He's been through nonstop ordeals, has dealt with murder and violence and watching his partner twist the bones of grown men as if they were pretzels. He had to look his boss in the eye and play polite while carrying out orders that would make an average person sick to their stomach, and this, this, is what makes him break down into tears?]
[Nostalgia is a potent poison in its own right, and yet he indulges, and he can't help it. If he weren't as touched by everything from before with food and food conversation he may have pulled away. Now, though, he feels like his body is a weight, and he lets it fall against the other man in that embrace. Solid, and warm, truly. His own hand, after a moment, reaches out to pat the other's knee gently, eyes looking up to catch the other's face with a light huff of a sigh.]
Hey. Don't cry. I don't know what you've been through. But still...you're too nice to have to deal with it.