[In turn, almost reflexively, he curls both of his arms around Chuuya, too. That tiny, selfish core of his heart is happy to not be turned away, even if the rest of him laments the fact that his presence alone seems to bring misery and he can't even do anything about that by removing himself from the equation.
But if he isn't going to leave - if Chuuya doesn't want him to - he at least tries to convey some of the things he can't seem to put into proper words. He pulls Chuuya in and holds him close and careful, resting his chin against the top of his head. After a beat, his hands stroke up his back; an attempt at comfort, an unspoken apology.]
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But if he isn't going to leave - if Chuuya doesn't want him to - he at least tries to convey some of the things he can't seem to put into proper words. He pulls Chuuya in and holds him close and careful, resting his chin against the top of his head. After a beat, his hands stroke up his back; an attempt at comfort, an unspoken apology.]
I'll stay as long as you let me.