❰ the silence after lalli's words may be shock on emil's end, but to lalli, it's a chance to recompose. too much of one, really. by the time the hands fall on his shoulders and his eyes open sharply to find emil's, he's pulled himself back from the threshold over which sympathy or empathy might (maybe, possibly) soothe him.
instead it's almost uncomfortable, the way it shines a light on his most vulnerable places. places that aren't vulnerable now that he's gotten things under control, and now he just feels childish and stupid for letting it slip in the first place.
so he looks away and shakes his head, just barely resisting the urge to shrug the hands from his shoulders too. ❱ It's over. ❰ emil's own words from a minute ago, echoed back now like they should have been before, in a tone that he hopes is more reassuring than dismissive (for as awful as lalli is with tone). ❱
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instead it's almost uncomfortable, the way it shines a light on his most vulnerable places. places that aren't vulnerable now that he's gotten things under control, and now he just feels childish and stupid for letting it slip in the first place.
so he looks away and shakes his head, just barely resisting the urge to shrug the hands from his shoulders too. ❱ It's over. ❰ emil's own words from a minute ago, echoed back now like they should have been before, in a tone that he hopes is more reassuring than dismissive (for as awful as lalli is with tone). ❱