[It takes a lot of time; Uraraka clearly is tired of crying, but it doesn’t mean she’s done, and that’s another thing Sorey can understand. Sometimes there’s nothing that helps and all you can do is just try to hold yourself together through it all.
Sorey holds her until he can feel her push away a little and then he draws back. He stands, a hand lingering on her shoulder before he heads over to the cabinet and fetches some tissues, bringing the box over to her (and taking one for himself really quick).] Take all the time you need, [he says quietly, because grief doesn’t want someone always hovering at your side, waiting to hold you together. Grief is guilt and wounded pride and bleeding, blistering heartache, and just as much as someone grieving needs care and attention, they also need to be left alone.
So he leaves her alone with her teacher, with the scraps of his life she’d brought to honor him, and the scraps of her own his departure left behind.]
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Sorey holds her until he can feel her push away a little and then he draws back. He stands, a hand lingering on her shoulder before he heads over to the cabinet and fetches some tissues, bringing the box over to her (and taking one for himself really quick).] Take all the time you need, [he says quietly, because grief doesn’t want someone always hovering at your side, waiting to hold you together. Grief is guilt and wounded pride and bleeding, blistering heartache, and just as much as someone grieving needs care and attention, they also need to be left alone.
So he leaves her alone with her teacher, with the scraps of his life she’d brought to honor him, and the scraps of her own his departure left behind.]