[It was one thing to logical assume that, given the freedom and privacy to, a person might latch on and cry. When it happens, though, Idia has a little moment of internal panic before it settles. It's just a few rapid thumps of his heart that settle down ever so slightly as Cater nestled himself into a position that works.]
[It's probably not comfortable, he thinks. After all, the softest part of him was probably the hoodie they were using as a blanket. Everything else about him was just skin and bones.]
[But it's not really like he feels the pain of awkward positioning, when the clear waves of emotional pain and the aches of wounds he caused keep washing over him. He shifts a bit to wrap his arm around Cater and rest a hand on his head.]
[Cater apologizes. There's one little sting that fades into everything they're feeling right now. More in control of his own thoughts, Idia can't help but wonder, what the heck is the right thing to say to that? Isn't that a high-level kind of thing to answer correctly? Should he say it's no big deal? No, no, clearly what they're going through is a big deal.]
... s- sorry I ruined your shirt?
[And cut a line down your chest? He moves his hand slightly to brush the hair underneath it.]
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[It's probably not comfortable, he thinks. After all, the softest part of him was probably the hoodie they were using as a blanket. Everything else about him was just skin and bones.]
[But it's not really like he feels the pain of awkward positioning, when the clear waves of emotional pain and the aches of wounds he caused keep washing over him. He shifts a bit to wrap his arm around Cater and rest a hand on his head.]
[Cater apologizes. There's one little sting that fades into everything they're feeling right now. More in control of his own thoughts, Idia can't help but wonder, what the heck is the right thing to say to that? Isn't that a high-level kind of thing to answer correctly? Should he say it's no big deal? No, no, clearly what they're going through is a big deal.]
... s- sorry I ruined your shirt?
[And cut a line down your chest? He moves his hand slightly to brush the hair underneath it.]