[Naoki's hand is still glowing faintly white where it's pressed to Quatre's head... but now, that glowing stops and he pulls his hand back slowly. His expression has twisted because he feels the moment where there's that last fleeting flicker of pain, fear, regret, before it all...
Wisps away. His throat goes tight and it feels like the rest of his energy just drains away, utterly.]
... I'm... the one who should be apologising, [he mumbles, as though he forgets that Trowa is there, bringing his hand up to his own face. He balls it in the hair above his forehead, heel of his hand pressing against his eyes.]
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[Naoki's hand is still glowing faintly white where it's pressed to Quatre's head... but now, that glowing stops and he pulls his hand back slowly. His expression has twisted because he feels the moment where there's that last fleeting flicker of pain, fear, regret, before it all...
Wisps away. His throat goes tight and it feels like the rest of his energy just drains away, utterly.]
... I'm... the one who should be apologising, [he mumbles, as though he forgets that Trowa is there, bringing his hand up to his own face. He balls it in the hair above his forehead, heel of his hand pressing against his eyes.]