03-30-2020, 05:33 PM
Raffe was glad when they surfaced back into light; the dark places were not from him, and a touch of sun’s warmth did a great deal to ease at least the surface of his worries. Nox’s grin had a wooden feel to it, like he’d plucked it box-fresh off the shelf, and Raffe didn’t quite know what to say. He half-smiled back but there was a heavy cast of concern to his expression. Nox didn’t need to be the strong one for him, and he wanted to say that, but he also wanted to ensure Sterling was taken care of first. It was a responsibility he wouldn’t shirk. He knew what it was like to be the lost kid, especially one way out of their depth.
He watched her start to make the call before he turned. The emotion was probably plastered all over his face, but he’d never particularly been apologetic for the way he was. Raffe hadn't even considered that the events at the hospital meant Nox might not be able to come home. It’d be empty without him, if it came to pass. Which meant he was prepared to do whatever he could to ensure it didn’t. He wrapped an arm around him, aware of the injury, and pressed his forehead lightly against the other man’s. His eyes shut, wishing there was something he could say that was more than I’m sorry.
Words weren’t enough. He didn’t offer them. Even that brief touch seemed paltry, but it was all that might be spared -- for the moment at least. The promise that he wasn’t going anywhere.
He watched her start to make the call before he turned. The emotion was probably plastered all over his face, but he’d never particularly been apologetic for the way he was. Raffe hadn't even considered that the events at the hospital meant Nox might not be able to come home. It’d be empty without him, if it came to pass. Which meant he was prepared to do whatever he could to ensure it didn’t. He wrapped an arm around him, aware of the injury, and pressed his forehead lightly against the other man’s. His eyes shut, wishing there was something he could say that was more than I’m sorry.
Words weren’t enough. He didn’t offer them. Even that brief touch seemed paltry, but it was all that might be spared -- for the moment at least. The promise that he wasn’t going anywhere.