( after a moment, chung rests a hand on both of the other's backs. he's tired, too- his armor feels heavier than it should, and his shoulders sag uselessly. he wants to bite back an almost despairing "i can't, though, not with all i carry"- but. he's not the one who lost himself to the el.
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it wouldn't do.
so he tries to smile again. )
Right. Okay.