[ He holds Rhy close, pressing his cheek against his hair as he shakes with the effort of his breaths. It's hard to feel and listen to without something in his own chest clenching tight. This isn't like a physical wound he could bear for him, he can only wait as Rhy struggles with himself, his grip tightening as he gently half-mouths, half-whispers Rhy, it's all right... into his hair, though he knows the words are useless.
He waits until the younger man regains his voice, wanting to interrupt you don't have to apologize, but holding his tongue until he seems to finish.
His brow pinches, and softly: ]
I just want to make sure you're okay. [ They can always go out again. A beat, then: ] Remembered what?
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He waits until the younger man regains his voice, wanting to interrupt you don't have to apologize, but holding his tongue until he seems to finish.
His brow pinches, and softly: ]
I just want to make sure you're okay. [ They can always go out again. A beat, then: ] Remembered what?