[Again his breath stops - everything stops, his breath, his crying, even his heart for a couple beats - as he processes what's going on. But it's only a moment before he almost collapses into the hug. The leader unfurls, arms reaching forward to wrap around him and clutch almost desperately at anything he can. It's probably no surprise, considering all the cuddling they've done before, that physical contact and attention is the most comforting thing you can give him, and it's made even more obvious with this.
Because he's almost pulled himself into Shuichi's lap, wanting nothing more than to be held right now. He's still crying so...sorry for that, especially as he's burying his face into the detective's shoulder. And sorry that he's just ignoring the tissues that were in his lap, too, but...this is all he could ever want, right now. Well, aside from forgiveness, but the words just aren't as comforting as this. They don't make him feel as safe as this does, feel as though everything could possibly be okay.
This was definitely the right move, Shuichi. It'll take a little bit, a sob of "Saihara-chan" and a couple stuttered apologies, but eventually the crying slows and his breath starts to even out a little...the smaller just left trembling in his hold, hiccuping every now and then, fingers still tightly wound into the fabric of his shirt.]
no subject
Because he's almost pulled himself into Shuichi's lap, wanting nothing more than to be held right now. He's still crying so...sorry for that, especially as he's burying his face into the detective's shoulder. And sorry that he's just ignoring the tissues that were in his lap, too, but...this is all he could ever want, right now. Well, aside from forgiveness, but the words just aren't as comforting as this. They don't make him feel as safe as this does, feel as though everything could possibly be okay.
This was definitely the right move, Shuichi. It'll take a little bit, a sob of "Saihara-chan" and a couple stuttered apologies, but eventually the crying slows and his breath starts to even out a little...the smaller just left trembling in his hold, hiccuping every now and then, fingers still tightly wound into the fabric of his shirt.]