[If only Gentaro knew that the stabbing was the least traumatic trauma in Hifumi's life.
Still, the arms around him make Hifumi slowly lose some of the tension that's gripping him, making his body shake as he presses his face to this near-stranger's shoulder and chest. He's safe. He's not there. It's not that. It's not last night, either. It's a new day, and he's going to be okay.
And then that hand sinks into his hair, and Hifumi can't hold back a sob. It's ugly, he knows, not befitting a host, or the sunshine sort of guy he tries to be when he's comfortable. But it's the one thing he can't manage to hold back when someone's treating him kindly at times like these.
He settles down over the next minute or three, the shaking subsiding until all that really remains to show his distress is the way he's clinging to Gentaro and the unfortunate damp spot on Gentaro's clothes, near his heart.]
...No. I'm really sorry. I should've known better.
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Still, the arms around him make Hifumi slowly lose some of the tension that's gripping him, making his body shake as he presses his face to this near-stranger's shoulder and chest. He's safe. He's not there. It's not that. It's not last night, either. It's a new day, and he's going to be okay.
And then that hand sinks into his hair, and Hifumi can't hold back a sob. It's ugly, he knows, not befitting a host, or the sunshine sort of guy he tries to be when he's comfortable. But it's the one thing he can't manage to hold back when someone's treating him kindly at times like these.
He settles down over the next minute or three, the shaking subsiding until all that really remains to show his distress is the way he's clinging to Gentaro and the unfortunate damp spot on Gentaro's clothes, near his heart.]
...No. I'm really sorry. I should've known better.