[While Seishin breaks apart he just holds him, feeling like if he dared to move right now his friend would just crumble right into a pile of debris at his feet. He rests his head against the others, and softly sighs until he catches the sound of those so very soft sobs.]
[And it's like another switch had been turned and suddenly everything became, easier. He just stopped thinking altogether and every little voice hushed...]
[It started small, a few soft strokes against his arm and then against his back in an attempt to ease his sobs, and yet letting him know it was okay to cry. That he wasn't going to say anything, and he understood, and he was there.]
[He takes a deep breath, wishing that he could just take away all the pain this man has ever felt and more. Seishin always had it so much harder, at least that's what he saw in his eyes. All those villagers crowding around him and making him their savior, a position he was placed in since birth.]
[That's why he never asked for his help, because he was already doing so much and he didn't want to put any more pressure on him.]
...
[He loosens his grip to let the Jinrou move away, one of his hands coming up to gently brush back his platinum hair and tuck it away so it doesn't stick to his face. And then it just... rests against his cheek a moment.]
[His expression softens even further as he looks into those tired eyes, shaking his head at the apology.]
Don't be, it's alright.
[His thumb gently brushes against one of the tear stains marking his friends face before going back and just, softly stroking his hair. He still had a hold on him, not quite ready to let go, and unsure if he ever would be.]
[But he understood that Seishin might find it all rather uncomfortable, so he waited for a sign, only then would he let go.]
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[And it's like another switch had been turned and suddenly everything became, easier. He just stopped thinking altogether and every little voice hushed...]
[It started small, a few soft strokes against his arm and then against his back in an attempt to ease his sobs, and yet letting him know it was okay to cry. That he wasn't going to say anything, and he understood, and he was there.]
[He takes a deep breath, wishing that he could just take away all the pain this man has ever felt and more. Seishin always had it so much harder, at least that's what he saw in his eyes. All those villagers crowding around him and making him their savior, a position he was placed in since birth.]
[That's why he never asked for his help, because he was already doing so much and he didn't want to put any more pressure on him.]
...
[He loosens his grip to let the Jinrou move away, one of his hands coming up to gently brush back his platinum hair and tuck it away so it doesn't stick to his face. And then it just... rests against his cheek a moment.]
[His expression softens even further as he looks into those tired eyes, shaking his head at the apology.]
Don't be, it's alright.
[His thumb gently brushes against one of the tear stains marking his friends face before going back and just, softly stroking his hair. He still had a hold on him, not quite ready to let go, and unsure if he ever would be.]
[But he understood that Seishin might find it all rather uncomfortable, so he waited for a sign, only then would he let go.]