[And Bruno clings to him, arms wrapped around him, a flood of emotion crashing over his mind. He hasn't been a Shade again for very long, only a few days, and yet he holds on as though it's once again been years.
He tries to fight the tears that well up, but they break through anyway in sobs that seem too heavy for his small, narrow frame. His hands curl in fistfuls of Norman's shirt and he weeps openly. He can't even name some of the heavy emotion that grips his soul and forces these tears out--grief and sorrow, yes, but also something warm--that reassurance that, even for just a moment, he won't fly apart or fade away.
Later, he'll recognise that overwhelming gratitude and love, but for now it's just something that's opened the floodgates.]
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3/8/22 00:32 (UTC)He tries to fight the tears that well up, but they break through anyway in sobs that seem too heavy for his small, narrow frame. His hands curl in fistfuls of Norman's shirt and he weeps openly. He can't even name some of the heavy emotion that grips his soul and forces these tears out--grief and sorrow, yes, but also something warm--that reassurance that, even for just a moment, he won't fly apart or fade away.
Later, he'll recognise that overwhelming gratitude and love, but for now it's just something that's opened the floodgates.]