[ Trahearne leans forward slightly to make it easier for Kaspar to wrap his arm over his shoulder. But after a moment, though he likes the contact of their hands, it suddenly doesn't feel like enough. Like his fears and scars might bleed through in their tentative contact.
He lets go of Kaspar's hand and wraps both of his arms around his torso in a gentle hold, and presses his face into his shoulder.
If anything, it grounds him, distracts him from his ever-churning thoughts. ]
It was. [ His voice is muffled against the fabric of Kaspar's clothes.
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He lets go of Kaspar's hand and wraps both of his arms around his torso in a gentle hold, and presses his face into his shoulder.
If anything, it grounds him, distracts him from his ever-churning thoughts. ]
It was. [ His voice is muffled against the fabric of Kaspar's clothes.
He pauses. ]
But it does not make it hurt any less.