[it'll be fine. he's not unconscious or anything, so it'll be fine. (maybe his head hurts a lot and maybe there's going to be a bruise or maybe he has a matching laceration? it does feel a little warm and heavy and wet—) or is he just imagining that because he has blood and tears on his face?
the hold on his arms loosens and baby's immediate thought is to take the chance, flip them around and lay into romance again, but then his hindbrain comes up and that's the last thing he actually wants to do. try being kind, it's a voice in his ear. not gwi-ma's, not his own, but someone else familiar: mystery. shit, how can he still let someone who's gone influence him in such a way?
his throat works with some extra effort as he swallows and rather than attacking romance again, he hesitantly moves both hands to his shoulders, fingers gripping tight to his shirt, the press of his thumbs becoming a slow, careful rub of reassurance.
he inhales a sharp breath as well, holding it for a few seconds – one, two, three – then he exhales again, moving his hands to stroke lightly over the upper-half of romance's arms and his shoulders. it's... oddly soothing now, the gentle movement of romance's mouth, the red haze clearing from his vision almost like it was never there in the first place. he turns and nudges his head against romance's, just an affectionate little gesture before he leans a bit closer and presses a kiss against his temple in a silent request for forgiveness.]
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the hold on his arms loosens and baby's immediate thought is to take the chance, flip them around and lay into romance again, but then his hindbrain comes up and that's the last thing he actually wants to do. try being kind, it's a voice in his ear. not gwi-ma's, not his own, but someone else familiar: mystery. shit, how can he still let someone who's gone influence him in such a way?
his throat works with some extra effort as he swallows and rather than attacking romance again, he hesitantly moves both hands to his shoulders, fingers gripping tight to his shirt, the press of his thumbs becoming a slow, careful rub of reassurance.
he inhales a sharp breath as well, holding it for a few seconds – one, two, three – then he exhales again, moving his hands to stroke lightly over the upper-half of romance's arms and his shoulders. it's... oddly soothing now, the gentle movement of romance's mouth, the red haze clearing from his vision almost like it was never there in the first place. he turns and nudges his head against romance's, just an affectionate little gesture before he leans a bit closer and presses a kiss against his temple in a silent request for forgiveness.]