[They're both there, being their usual adorable selves on the couch, that should be enough. But it isn't, it can't be, no matter how he wants it to because--]
Hiccup!
[--because they speak in the same tone, with the same look in their eyes, the one that shows that they've seen some shit. That's so wrong, Hiccup shouldn't be feeling like this. Wrong, wrong, wrong!
(And you couldn't stop it, what kind of Guardian are you?)
Is he ok? His body is, he guesses, but inside he is mess. Then again, hasn't he always been a mess? When is Jack Frost okay anyway? He's such an old man, it doesn't matter. It is the boy that needs to be worried about now.]
You came out, you-- are you okay?
[Such intelligent talk they're having, huh. But he can't help it, when feelings are taking over, only simple words come out. And he doesn't trust his eyes to make that a statement instead of a question like Hiccup did. He does need better reassurance, and suddenly he gets touchy, at least by Jack's standards. After everything that happened, feeling this to be real is necessary, alright, and so a cold hand reaches out to touch Hiccup's face, then his shoulders and chest, almost in a clingy way.]
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Hiccup!
[--because they speak in the same tone, with the same look in their eyes, the one that shows that they've seen some shit. That's so wrong, Hiccup shouldn't be feeling like this. Wrong, wrong, wrong!
(And you couldn't stop it, what kind of Guardian are you?)
Is he ok? His body is, he guesses, but inside he is mess. Then again, hasn't he always been a mess? When is Jack Frost okay anyway? He's such an old man, it doesn't matter. It is the boy that needs to be worried about now.]
You came out, you-- are you okay?
[Such intelligent talk they're having, huh. But he can't help it, when feelings are taking over, only simple words come out. And he doesn't trust his eyes to make that a statement instead of a question like Hiccup did. He does need better reassurance, and suddenly he gets touchy, at least by Jack's standards. After everything that happened, feeling this to be real is necessary, alright, and so a cold hand reaches out to touch Hiccup's face, then his shoulders and chest, almost in a clingy way.]