Something in his expression falters, but it's not in a bad way, but in a way that might make it clear he's trying to stay steady. Strong.
But he still smiles, lightly ruffling his hair. ]
You're welcome, son.
[ That last word is awkwardly, shyly eased out. And he's turning his head, eyes already shining quite a bit. He's going to just wipe them really quick. He's fine!!! ]
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TUESDAY
(All of them are.)
He steps into the house, and his stomach twists in a weird way. It's not like there's anything different about it today.
(It's him that's different.)
The way he walks makes him seem more like a stranger than a resident within his own home.
(That's how he's been acting, for the longest time.)
... there's someone he needs to see.
(There's someone he wants to see.)
When he sees Yuri, he stands there, his body devoid of energy. There's guilt rife in his glossy eyes. He gives a wry smirk.
(He's a fucking idiot.)
A tear rolls down his cheek.]
I'm a fucking idiot.
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What...?
[ There's a pause... and then he closes the space, not hesitating to gently and... slowly rest his hands on Sora's shoulders. ]
Come on... let's go sit down.
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In fact?
He might outright be clinging to Yuri, now.]
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... I'm here, kid. I've gotcha...
[ Just... going to lower himself to a knee so that he can wrap his arms around Sora, petting his head. ]
Talk to me...
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I'm sorry... [His breath catches on a choke, and his voice breaks a little.] I'm so sorry.
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[ He continues to pet his head, hugging him tight. Like he's someone precious.
Like he's loved. ]
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His voice is raspy.]
For running away.
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You're here now... That's the most important part, to me.
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When he finally pulls back with a sniff, he rubs at his teary face, and gives Yuri a weak smile.]
Thanks... dad.
[He glances away, then looks back at Yuri uncertainly. And a little hopefully?]
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Something in his expression falters, but it's not in a bad way, but in a way that might make it clear he's trying to stay steady. Strong.
But he still smiles, lightly ruffling his hair. ]
You're welcome, son.
[ That last word is awkwardly, shyly eased out. And he's turning his head, eyes already shining quite a bit. He's going to just wipe them really quick. He's fine!!! ]
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He brightens up considerably. It might be the brightest Yuri has seen him in a long, long time.
He gives a little sniff, before he brings a hand up to his heart.]
No more running away. Especially not from the people so dear to me.
i can imagine
... I'm really proud of you, Sky.
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Heh...