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[beforethewar]

[Despite the size difference, he buries himself up against her like a child, shivering for a while longer before he settles at her touch and gulps down the last bits of his grief.

And strangely enough, a sudden, watery chuckle bubbles up from him and he gives Ril another big squeeze.]

I'm sorry. Here you are, coming to me for comfort and I begin blubbering myself.

[Eight lifts his head and untangles an arm so he can dry his face, giving her a weak smile.]

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No. [Her voice is quietly fierce, her fingers curling against his hair as she shakes her head, scattering her own tears down her cheeks.] No. Don't you dare apologize to me.

[She kisses his temple gently, carefully.]

Blubber all you like, I'm not leaving. [Ril lets out a soft sigh and brushes at a missed tear clinging to his cheek.] And it's easier. It's easier to take care of other than to deal with yourself. I kn-- [Her voice dies as she presses her lips against his hairline. When she finds words again, they're nearly inaudible.] I know.

[beforethewar]

[There's a tiny sniffle and then another quiet chuckle, and Eight gives her a gentle squeeze.]

I spent a long time not wanting anyone to take care of me. That I'd been enough of a burden. Still, if it makes you feel better...

[He gives her a tiny, teasing smile, brushing the pad of his thumb along her cheek to dry her tears.]

I'll stop being daft, then, just for you.