[ oh, but it helps? it helps so much. it doesn't matter if it's awkward or stilted, it's what he needs so badly, right now. it's a chance to just let himself go, to let that big, overly emotional baby heart of his explode into how upset he is. cloud, aerith, iwatooshi - all such deeply, deeply dear people to rondo.
he ends up leaning into the way she dries his tears, eyes wet and watering as the sobs start to peter out, finally, and just shakes his head. there are no words, there's just nothing to say beyond complete and utter heartbreak, wrung out like a towel. ]
[she'll stay silent as long as he needs, content to give him the space and time he needs. he doesn't have to say anything, and she doesn't feel like she needs to, either.]
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he ends up leaning into the way she dries his tears, eyes wet and watering as the sobs start to peter out, finally, and just shakes his head. there are no words, there's just nothing to say beyond complete and utter heartbreak, wrung out like a towel. ]
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