[It's both, in a way. It's a reunion, in there's contact again, touch and warmth and being held, but it's a first reaction all the same, the first time he's able to return the touch and hold and laughter.
It's kind of overwhelming, if he's honest, but he isn't, and he's more than content to be swept along with the tide that's washing away all that separation and loss all at once.
Or, at the very least, burying it under the sand.]
Of course I don't. [He can't even be offended at the laugh, or the tweak of his nose, because they are natural little affections, and... he was his sword, as much a part of Souji's own arm as his hand was.]
I'm not upset! [The protest comes a little too quickly, a touch too loudly, like the assertion is touching on something he really doesn't want to reveal - or admit, even to himself. But then he quiets, and pouts a little bit, because the tears might be subsiding, but the emotions remain.] I'm not... I'm happy, you know?
[Ah- But he's leaning on him more, now, and even as he's insisting that he's happy, there's a sad little ache in his chest that doesn't let him forget the reality of the situation, that makes him stop clinging so desperately and shift his hold to one that's more supportive. Not that he'll comment, no. It's just more comfortable like this, that's all.]
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It's kind of overwhelming, if he's honest, but he isn't, and he's more than content to be swept along with the tide that's washing away all that separation and loss all at once.
Or, at the very least, burying it under the sand.]
Of course I don't. [He can't even be offended at the laugh, or the tweak of his nose, because they are natural little affections, and... he was his sword, as much a part of Souji's own arm as his hand was.]
I'm not upset! [The protest comes a little too quickly, a touch too loudly, like the assertion is touching on something he really doesn't want to reveal - or admit, even to himself. But then he quiets, and pouts a little bit, because the tears might be subsiding, but the emotions remain.] I'm not... I'm happy, you know?
[Ah- But he's leaning on him more, now, and even as he's insisting that he's happy, there's a sad little ache in his chest that doesn't let him forget the reality of the situation, that makes him stop clinging so desperately and shift his hold to one that's more supportive. Not that he'll comment, no. It's just more comfortable like this, that's all.]