[ crying wouldn’t help him or her, or any of them, but falco had to get it out. as sayori says hug, he wraps his returning arms tightly around his legs, imitating the gesture to give him at least a smidgen of comfort when trying to reach her and being unable to was exasperating. he wants the hug, he wants it badly and not only thinks of sayori, or himself giving one, but of gabi and colt . . .
falco nods. he nods and wipes the tears carefully from the corner of his eyes, careful not to touch the surgical inflammation. with that, he calls out: what did they do to you?, or so it seemed. ]
i don’t care how old this is im crying 😭
falco nods. he nods and wipes the tears carefully from the corner of his eyes, careful not to touch the surgical inflammation. with that, he calls out: what did they do to you?, or so it seemed. ]