[ Yuji can't help the way he's shaking, gripping on to his brother with all the strength he has, in the way he thinks he should've done in that fight - it makes him want to sink his teeth in and not let go, to make sure that Choso is real, nails digging in, brutal and harsh, it hurts so much...
But he stops himself.
Instead, he sniffles, swallowing the horrible feeling inside. ]
[ looking at yuji, choso cannot help but think of that hollow month, where the dying warmth of september bled into the chill of october and the deaths of his brothers weighed on every step until he could only follow in mahito’s wake like a shadow. grief made of him a barbed and horrid thing, and to see it again on yuji’s young face, it is an ache in choso’s heart, it is a fist in the well of his ribs.
he lets yuji hold tight, and grips back in return. ]
For as long as you want me to.
[ like he has any say in it, like his presence here hasn’t been an exercise in small, daily miracles. like LILITH has its shit together enough to keep him at all. ]
You’re okay, Yuji. I am okay. This is all I can promise right now.
[ Grief, boundless, painful, agonising - he holds on to his brother without the strength to let go, without the ability to have him slip from his fingers, and all he can do is shiver with his sadness and his hurt.
He holds on to Choso and breathes out, sharply, as if the task itself was impossible. ]
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But he stops himself.
Instead, he sniffles, swallowing the horrible feeling inside. ]
For how long?
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he lets yuji hold tight, and grips back in return. ]
For as long as you want me to.
[ like he has any say in it, like his presence here hasn’t been an exercise in small, daily miracles. like LILITH has its shit together enough to keep him at all. ]
You’re okay, Yuji. I am okay. This is all I can promise right now.
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[ Grief, boundless, painful, agonising - he holds on to his brother without the strength to let go, without the ability to have him slip from his fingers, and all he can do is shiver with his sadness and his hurt.
He holds on to Choso and breathes out, sharply, as if the task itself was impossible. ]