[He's silent—because if he speaks, he'll surely start blubbering like a fool. There's still a lingering illusion that he has something to lose here. It he's quiet, if he can reign it back in, come up with a quick excuse, maybe he'll have a scrap of dignity left... but it's easier to lean into Elsword's embrace, sweet reassurances whispered into his ear. We're a team, we care for each other, I want you here with me...
Add sniffles, just barely holding back the dams now. If anyone found them like this, he'd feel embarrassed and humiliated. If it's just him and Elsword, though...
(why is it different when it's him? it must be because he's such a loyal pawn to Add.)
Slowly, awkwardly, he wriggles his arms free of the tight hug, resting his hands gently (nervously) on the small of Elsword's back. If he sits like this... he feels a little better. He takes a deep breath, filling his lungs with Elsword's scent, tracing his fingers over the base of his spine.
It still takes some time... but his breathing is more even, after awhile, and he doesn't feel like he's going to burst into tears if he speaks. His voice is low, hoarse, but he can tolerate the sound of it as long as no one but Elsword hears.]
... I know. I'm sorry. [Nene must have mentioned the garden... he feels like a child caught red-handed, apologizing for getting caught but not for the act itself. He sighs.] I'm not supposed to be the one getting hurt this much... I know I made you worry. I've been careless.
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Add sniffles, just barely holding back the dams now. If anyone found them like this, he'd feel embarrassed and humiliated. If it's just him and Elsword, though...
(why is it different when it's him? it must be because he's such a loyal pawn to Add.)
Slowly, awkwardly, he wriggles his arms free of the tight hug, resting his hands gently (nervously) on the small of Elsword's back. If he sits like this... he feels a little better. He takes a deep breath, filling his lungs with Elsword's scent, tracing his fingers over the base of his spine.
It still takes some time... but his breathing is more even, after awhile, and he doesn't feel like he's going to burst into tears if he speaks. His voice is low, hoarse, but he can tolerate the sound of it as long as no one but Elsword hears.]
... I know. I'm sorry. [Nene must have mentioned the garden... he feels like a child caught red-handed, apologizing for getting caught but not for the act itself. He sighs.] I'm not supposed to be the one getting hurt this much... I know I made you worry. I've been careless.