[It's still strange to be picked up and held in such a manner, but it's not like it hasn't happened before. Gentle, so gentle, and he knows that he must weigh next to nothing in the arms of someone so strong - he knows it hurts those who love him, to feel how little there is left of him now. How scary mustn't it be, to once have known the strength and power in him, and now be confronted by brittle china, papery skin and air?
Still, he tries to make them both more comfortable in the short while that he's carried, leaning his head against Yamato's shoulder in a familiar way, one hand lifting to grasp the front of his uniform in thin fingers. No matter what it might feel like, he's safe there, and he wants his sword to know as much.
Still, he's glad to be set down on his feet, at least. He squeezes the hands that hold on to his own, holding on to that connection for a moment or two, and then waits until the towel is laid down before he sinks down gratefully onto the sand. He folds his legs to the side as gracefully as ever, and to preserve his own dignity somewhat he also fold the towel over his legs so that he'll not have to show quite so much of himself. Then he beams gratefully at Yamato, holding out his hands at him once more.]
It's good. Thank you. Will you sit with me? I'd really want to talk with you for a while, if you don't mind.
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Still, he tries to make them both more comfortable in the short while that he's carried, leaning his head against Yamato's shoulder in a familiar way, one hand lifting to grasp the front of his uniform in thin fingers. No matter what it might feel like, he's safe there, and he wants his sword to know as much.
Still, he's glad to be set down on his feet, at least. He squeezes the hands that hold on to his own, holding on to that connection for a moment or two, and then waits until the towel is laid down before he sinks down gratefully onto the sand. He folds his legs to the side as gracefully as ever, and to preserve his own dignity somewhat he also fold the towel over his legs so that he'll not have to show quite so much of himself. Then he beams gratefully at Yamato, holding out his hands at him once more.]
It's good. Thank you. Will you sit with me? I'd really want to talk with you for a while, if you don't mind.