[ It's enough. At the first touch, Rhy melts into him, curling up against Kahlil's side. The shock was numb at first, and then the anger, confusion and a dull, aching horror. Now, pressed up against another person's warmth, the heavy sadness drags it all down instead, and leaves him crying into Kahlil's shoulder. It is quiet, not wracking sobs so much as trembling, painful breaths, and his throat keeps closing up.
It's a few minutes before it passes. The numbness comes back; the anger will probably return later, but not yet. ]
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It's a few minutes before it passes. The numbness comes back; the anger will probably return later, but not yet. ]
I'm... sorry. I just...
Remembered something.
This isn't how I wanted tonight to go.