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[It's a walk that continues on in silence right up until they reach the place. Even as they enter, it's hard not to feel so... lost.

Even if it's a place to stay, there's a sense of strangeness. Like he doesn't truly belong here, because it's not home - but, of course, the "home" he wants so badly doesn't exist anymore, and that's precisely the problem.

He lingers awkwardly at the entrance. It takes him a moment to even remember to remove his shoes, even though that's always been the way of things no matter where he lived.]

[ souji helps tatsuma with the shoes and his jacket before he even does his own. he places the shoes neatly on the shoe rack and hangs the jackets before he takes tatsuma upstairs to his room by the hand. he's silent the entire time as well but once they're in the room and the door closes, souji turns towards tatsuma and presses his forehead against tatsuma's. still holding his hand, he speaks in a soft voice ]

... I'm going to be here for you. Whatever you need, I'll be there. You're not going to be alone.

[He won't be alone--

That's what finally gets a reaction out of him, quiet as it is. His head dips and there's another one of those sobs, this one so tiny it can barely be heard, a catch of the breath and the softest whimper of distress.

It is lonely, horrifyingly so, to think of his home now empty. To be so devoid of the people who cared for him most, who gave him the warmth and attention he'd never realized he needed.

His parents - his own parents wouldn't ever be able to compare. In the back of his mind, he knows he'll have to deal with that too, but he's exhausted at the thought. As intelligent and efficient as they are, he already knows that trying to explain anything to them is going to be a feat of its own.

Still. Still, that isn't yet now, and right now there are other things. He pulls his hand away from Souji's - if only so he can embrace him instead, clinging tight.]

Souji-- Souji, I'm sorry.

[And yet, in spite of that, in spite of everything he'd done tonight, he isn't alone.]

[ while one arm is wrapped around tatsuma, souji places one hand on the back of tatsuma's head, pulling him in closer. he'll let tatsuma hold onto him for as long as he wants, even throughout the entire time. the original plan was to give tatsuma the bed while souji takes the futon but if they can share the small bed that souji has, maybe that will be for the best ]

I know... I know, Tatsuma. [ he reassures him in a soft, hushing voice ] It's all right. It'll be all right.

[ because souji will do everything in his power to make sure that tatsuma will get over this ]

[It's hard to believe that everything will ever be all right again, with the pain in his heart so raw and strong. It's hard to believe that there will ever come a time when this day isn't remembered with an intense horror and grief, so intense he can hardly contain it.

He'll stand there for some time. When he finally draws away, his eyes are slightly red, slightly watery.

Now, he's truly spent. Whether Souji gave him the bed or the futon, it's likely he'd simply fall asleep regardless, too taxed physically and mentally to much care, his entire being requiring rest to even begin to heal the wounds that would surely leave behind scars.]

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