[ it's - like, crushingly familiar, for lu bixing, if from a different angle. even when nameless doesn't hug back. in fact, that's what makes it feel the same.
his fingers curl a little in the back of his shirt, and he takes a deep breath. steady and slow, calm, feeling the way nameless tucks into his shoulder and making a quiet noise. trying for reassuring, both in the warmth of the hug and in his own actions. something steady to lean on, when you don't even know how to feel unsteady, quite yet. only that it can be earthshaking, shattering, to feel loss when you barely know what loss can feel like. ]
...It's going to be okay.
[ lu bixing says, finally, quietly. even if it doesn't feel like it, it will be. ]
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his fingers curl a little in the back of his shirt, and he takes a deep breath. steady and slow, calm, feeling the way nameless tucks into his shoulder and making a quiet noise. trying for reassuring, both in the warmth of the hug and in his own actions. something steady to lean on, when you don't even know how to feel unsteady, quite yet. only that it can be earthshaking, shattering, to feel loss when you barely know what loss can feel like. ]
...It's going to be okay.
[ lu bixing says, finally, quietly. even if it doesn't feel like it, it will be. ]