[She'll let him go, once he says that, folding her hands in her lap, instead. She still isn't sure what to do, only trying to be - trying to think how to be kind when she has no experience in comforting others and no experience in being comforted. She may have had a childhood, but she was never a child, not in the eyes of the aunts who would watch over her while she made her prayers, and certainly not in the eyes of her parents. To them, she must have been a horror. A bargain paid off, but painful to look upon, impossible to love. She never even had any playmates her own age. There was one, but she died before Harrow was born.
Being cared for and caring for someone is new, and frightening. That there's a piece of her that can be hurt, and it exists somewhere she can't cover and shield with bone. But she'd like to try.]
[He just sits up and decompresses for a moment - sniffling still and trying to like. wipe off the worst of it on the back of his arm. his makeup - dark red eyeliner, mostly - is absolutely ruined. it probably gives him slightly the appearance of just having bled from the eyes. he didn't plan this well. it's fine.
with the non-snot hand he reaches over to hold one of harrow's. bonded by cry now, bitch, that means hand-holding happens occasionally.]
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[She'll let him go, once he says that, folding her hands in her lap, instead. She still isn't sure what to do, only trying to be - trying to think how to be kind when she has no experience in comforting others and no experience in being comforted. She may have had a childhood, but she was never a child, not in the eyes of the aunts who would watch over her while she made her prayers, and certainly not in the eyes of her parents. To them, she must have been a horror. A bargain paid off, but painful to look upon, impossible to love. She never even had any playmates her own age. There was one, but she died before Harrow was born.
Being cared for and caring for someone is new, and frightening. That there's a piece of her that can be hurt, and it exists somewhere she can't cover and shield with bone. But she'd like to try.]
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[He just sits up and decompresses for a moment - sniffling still and trying to like. wipe off the worst of it on the back of his arm. his makeup - dark red eyeliner, mostly - is absolutely ruined. it probably gives him slightly the appearance of just having bled from the eyes. he didn't plan this well. it's fine.
with the non-snot hand he reaches over to hold one of harrow's. bonded by cry now, bitch, that means hand-holding happens occasionally.]
. . . Never really done that before.
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[Squeezing that hand right back.]
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[not a very funny joke but it's the best he can do right now?]
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I thought I would have hated it, to be seen that way, but it wasn't so bad.