[ Ganymede is already lost. Yet, all the same...he isn't expecting that sort of reaction. What kind was he anticipating at all?
He can't say he knows the answer to that either. He never imagined Hani as uncaring. But, all the same, it isn't like he's weighing the actions heavily against them. The remnant feeling of the sensation of touch from the hand squeeze lightly tingles.
The hand that slips from him after the fall to their knees. ]
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[ Yet, Ganymede can't even cry for himself. But, he's usually been like that, even when younger. He reaches out, a hand to grip the other's shoulder.
Then, kneeling down, one other hand over Hani's, pressed against their heart. But, it isn't just for their sake, he reasons. Those tears feel like the hurt ripping open inside of him, and the last time someone cried for him was his mother. It doesn't erase the pain, but seeing his cousin care so much soothes it a little. ]
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He can't say he knows the answer to that either. He never imagined Hani as uncaring. But, all the same, it isn't like he's weighing the actions heavily against them. The remnant feeling of the sensation of touch from the hand squeeze lightly tingles.
The hand that slips from him after the fall to their knees. ]
...
[ Yet, Ganymede can't even cry for himself. But, he's usually been like that, even when younger. He reaches out, a hand to grip the other's shoulder.
Then, kneeling down, one other hand over Hani's, pressed against their heart. But, it isn't just for their sake, he reasons. Those tears feel like the hurt ripping open inside of him, and the last time someone cried for him was his mother. It doesn't erase the pain, but seeing his cousin care so much soothes it a little. ]