[ Oria knows that Sinclair would want him to have time to grieve, so crying would be okay too. He rests his forehead on Sinclair's shoulder as he continues to quietly cry. Sometimes the tears fall on his glasses. Sometimes they fall into the pool. It's really the first time he's been allowed to grieve and cry in front of someone in real life. And that person won't push him away.
The love and reassurance feels like it would break him, but if it allows him to be reconstructed in a way that feels less pain, he'd be fine with that. He would be fine to be broken by love and support. ]
Thank you, Emil...
[ His voice almost cracks, a wail nearly escaping his throat. ]
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The love and reassurance feels like it would break him, but if it allows him to be reconstructed in a way that feels less pain, he'd be fine with that. He would be fine to be broken by love and support. ]
Thank you, Emil...
[ His voice almost cracks, a wail nearly escaping his throat. ]
Thanks for being by my side.