[ it's not like scien doesn't notice that lucas is disoriented.
but right now, the way that he is now, he is too swept up in emotion to care. that grief for someone that is standing just a few feet away encompasses everything to him. it obliterates his ability to think on anything more than how badly he wants to catch lucas in his arms and so he does, even though he knows that on a good day it's not the best idea to surprise lucas with touch.
his thoughts are frazzled. his emotions are tense. anxious. they only even slightly begin to ebb away once lucas is in his arms and scien is able to bury his face in lucas's hair. he's reminded by the fact that lucas hates relivers, that if he were to ever truly die, scien could never save him. he could never capture his memory and keep him.
it's more upsetting than he can bear.
so for a moment he doesn't say anything, just clinging on, before he mumbles something soft, almost pleading: ]
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but right now, the way that he is now, he is too swept up in emotion to care. that grief for someone that is standing just a few feet away encompasses everything to him. it obliterates his ability to think on anything more than how badly he wants to catch lucas in his arms and so he does, even though he knows that on a good day it's not the best idea to surprise lucas with touch.
his thoughts are frazzled. his emotions are tense. anxious. they only even slightly begin to ebb away once lucas is in his arms and scien is able to bury his face in lucas's hair. he's reminded by the fact that lucas hates relivers, that if he were to ever truly die, scien could never save him. he could never capture his memory and keep him.
it's more upsetting than he can bear.
so for a moment he doesn't say anything, just clinging on, before he mumbles something soft, almost pleading: ]
Don't die on me again.