Richie can't say he knows this particular pain. Portals and potions, witchcraft and future-tech. All beyond him by light-years. But the truth is this is just a boy, who only meant to do right by his friends, and found himself hurting them instead. Through no choice of his own, but still by his own means.
Richie lets him lower his hands first. Then he reaches out for him. Draws him into a gentle hug, mindful of the wounds.]
[ it's unexpected. normally, he'd protest immediately, try to save his stupid teenaged pride by acting irritated by an embarrassing adult. affection doesn't come that easily.
in the wake of this weekend, however, laurence doesn't even try to resist. he lets himself be pulled with another shaky breath, hesitantly reaching up to accept and return the embrace. unfortunately clinging a little, because he's still too shaken to even begin unraveling the complicated mess of all his emotions right now.
but it helps, a little. to feel like he's not alone, even if only for a moment. ]
Sorry, Richie. [ mumbled, again, as his fingers curl into the other's shirt just a little. ] It... It's hard for all of us, I shouldn't...
[ shouldn't be so fragile, so childish, so torn apart when everyone else has suffered far more, far greater than this place has to offer. he's eighteen, now, he should really be better than this. ]
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Richie can't say he knows this particular pain. Portals and potions, witchcraft and future-tech. All beyond him by light-years. But the truth is this is just a boy, who only meant to do right by his friends, and found himself hurting them instead. Through no choice of his own, but still by his own means.
Richie lets him lower his hands first. Then he reaches out for him. Draws him into a gentle hug, mindful of the wounds.]
No shit? Me too.
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in the wake of this weekend, however, laurence doesn't even try to resist. he lets himself be pulled with another shaky breath, hesitantly reaching up to accept and return the embrace. unfortunately clinging a little, because he's still too shaken to even begin unraveling the complicated mess of all his emotions right now.
but it helps, a little. to feel like he's not alone, even if only for a moment. ]
Sorry, Richie. [ mumbled, again, as his fingers curl into the other's shirt just a little. ] It... It's hard for all of us, I shouldn't...
[ shouldn't be so fragile, so childish, so torn apart when everyone else has suffered far more, far greater than this place has to offer. he's eighteen, now, he should really be better than this. ]
I... I'll be okay, soon.
[ boy does he hope that's true. ]