[ if falco’s jaw was lax, it’d fall. all of that— . . . all of that sends a shock through him. it both makes his stomach feel like a flipping fire pit and his heart ache with compassion.
falco scoops jun around him the best he could. he holds him tight in a mess of blankets. feeling all of that, it doesn’t come from nowhere. it’s valid for what he’s been through. even falco feels he’s undeserving of many things for what he’s done. but . . . ]
You’re not frustrating. You’re loved.
[ a hand . . . going through his hair? sounds right. it’s soft.
it gives him a different angle, jun putting it that way. he understands now, and in his chest he feels absolutely soft. ]
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falco scoops jun around him the best he could. he holds him tight in a mess of blankets. feeling all of that, it doesn’t come from nowhere. it’s valid for what he’s been through. even falco feels he’s undeserving of many things for what he’s done. but . . . ]
You’re not frustrating. You’re loved.
[ a hand . . . going through his hair? sounds right. it’s soft.
it gives him a different angle, jun putting it that way. he understands now, and in his chest he feels absolutely soft. ]
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