[ As always, Amos remains one of the very few people that Gen is willing to be vulnerable and weak before. It's in part simply that they've known each other so long by now. It's in part that their link goes deep -- shared across their Aspects, bolstered by the many events they'd suffered together. And it's in part ... something a little uglier, akin to condescending sympathy. After all, why should Gen care about seeming weak before Amos, when he knows what Amos has been through? What's the point of fighting to always seem tough and strong before the guy he knows is truly, irreparably broken?
Those arms wind around him -- furrier than he's used to, but no less strong or reassuring -- and Gen permits himself to sink into them. The temptation to bury his face into Amos' shirt is resisted only because the prospect of having anything pressing directly into the open gashes across his face is ghastly; it feels like the rough edges of those wounds are throbbing with red-hot pain in time with his pulse.
Still, he does give a little nod in response to Amos' reassurances. Forces himself to try and control his breaths, his next exhale coming as a shuddering, uneven little sigh. And after a moment, he nods againt and sits up just a little straighter so he can gingerly rest his head into Amos’ palm, indicating acceptance of that offer of some healing.
Yeah. He wants to be patched up. The sooner he's better, the sooner he can try and get back into this fray.
(Even if his mind obviously still swirls with confusion and anxiety. Set's words poisoning him deep, even as he tries to bury the ring of his voice in his ears.) ]
... 'm glad you're okay.
[ Mumbled blearily before he sniffles, swallowing thickly and regretting it when he tastes blood. But still. It's true. Just because he wouldn't hesitate a second to give up Amos in exchange for keeping Reiji just a little safer, that doesn't mean he doesn't care about Amos, too. It's just ...
... it's all he knows to do. Clawing desperately to keep his one person safe, as he's always done. (Tried to do.) ]
'll fucking pulverize his stuff. He's never getting any of'em back. ... he shouldn't've fucked with us.
[ Funny, though, how those words aren't exactly deceitful, but they're also oddly lacking in conviction. ]
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Those arms wind around him -- furrier than he's used to, but no less strong or reassuring -- and Gen permits himself to sink into them. The temptation to bury his face into Amos' shirt is resisted only because the prospect of having anything pressing directly into the open gashes across his face is ghastly; it feels like the rough edges of those wounds are throbbing with red-hot pain in time with his pulse.
Still, he does give a little nod in response to Amos' reassurances. Forces himself to try and control his breaths, his next exhale coming as a shuddering, uneven little sigh. And after a moment, he nods againt and sits up just a little straighter so he can gingerly rest his head into Amos’ palm, indicating acceptance of that offer of some healing.
Yeah. He wants to be patched up. The sooner he's better, the sooner he can try and get back into this fray.
(Even if his mind obviously still swirls with confusion and anxiety. Set's words poisoning him deep, even as he tries to bury the ring of his voice in his ears.) ]
... 'm glad you're okay.
[ Mumbled blearily before he sniffles, swallowing thickly and regretting it when he tastes blood. But still. It's true. Just because he wouldn't hesitate a second to give up Amos in exchange for keeping Reiji just a little safer, that doesn't mean he doesn't care about Amos, too. It's just ...
... it's all he knows to do. Clawing desperately to keep his one person safe, as he's always done. (Tried to do.) ]
'll fucking pulverize his stuff. He's never getting any of'em back. ... he shouldn't've fucked with us.
[ Funny, though, how those words aren't exactly deceitful, but they're also oddly lacking in conviction. ]