[Sorey can hear the echo of Gramps' voice in his head, I'm so proud of you two as they killed him, and he can't just sit here with his hand on her back like she's not in a pain even worse than the despair she'd felt all those months ago, crying quietly in a kitchen, alone.
Sorey turns and hugs her again, the fierce grip of someone who understands, her hands over her mouth trapped against his chest as he holds her. Not like a religious figure conducting services, not as a friend but as a boy who's also lost his guardian, who still blames himself for it when he can't help himself.
There isn't even anything to say. There's nothing he can say that will make her feel better.]
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Sorey turns and hugs her again, the fierce grip of someone who understands, her hands over her mouth trapped against his chest as he holds her. Not like a religious figure conducting services, not as a friend but as a boy who's also lost his guardian, who still blames himself for it when he can't help himself.
There isn't even anything to say. There's nothing he can say that will make her feel better.]