[ Nothing in Atsumu's life could have possibly prepared him for a number of the things that had happened to him since coming to Kenos. Comforting a blood covered crying child, or the echo of someone's past taking the form of a blood covered crying child, is another in a long line of unbelievable scenarios Atsumu has found himself in.
The manic temptation to laugh right now grates at his chest, but he keeps it tamped down for now as he hesitates for a moment, before reaching over, a hand hovering over Gen's head.
Atsumu's not good at comforting people. His emotional intelligence scrapes rock bottom some days, and he's got a horrible tendency to stick his foot in his mouth. The fact that he had the temptation to start laughing, shocked or not, really speaks volumes about how ill equipped he is to handle this situation.
But unlike a lot of the disasters of Kenos, Atsumu grew up with a loving family, and has a normal relationship with physical touch. Instead of acting like physical comfort is repellent, or that this kid... this really, really fucked up but still terrified kid is diseased and dangerous to come into contact with, his hand drops down on the boy's head as he shifts to shield the kid from the mouth of the alley with his body. Not like it'll do any good. Not like that move is anything but symbolic in nature, but it's all he can really offer right now. ]
Yeah... I shoulda...
[ No, that wasn't true. He shouldn't have. He doesn't think for a moment he really should have. He had no idea who Gen was, and he's (incorrectly) assuming he was about the same age as Gen whenever this all went down. He wouldn't have been able to do anything for him. But still... ]
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The manic temptation to laugh right now grates at his chest, but he keeps it tamped down for now as he hesitates for a moment, before reaching over, a hand hovering over Gen's head.
Atsumu's not good at comforting people. His emotional intelligence scrapes rock bottom some days, and he's got a horrible tendency to stick his foot in his mouth. The fact that he had the temptation to start laughing, shocked or not, really speaks volumes about how ill equipped he is to handle this situation.
But unlike a lot of the disasters of Kenos, Atsumu grew up with a loving family, and has a normal relationship with physical touch. Instead of acting like physical comfort is repellent, or that this kid... this really, really fucked up but still terrified kid is diseased and dangerous to come into contact with, his hand drops down on the boy's head as he shifts to shield the kid from the mouth of the alley with his body. Not like it'll do any good. Not like that move is anything but symbolic in nature, but it's all he can really offer right now. ]
Yeah... I shoulda...
[ No, that wasn't true. He shouldn't have. He doesn't think for a moment he really should have. He had no idea who Gen was, and he's (incorrectly) assuming he was about the same age as Gen whenever this all went down. He wouldn't have been able to do anything for him. But still... ]
Someone shoulda for you...