[It's such a stunning blast of emotions that honestly, even if Lucas were to react poorly to the sudden touch that he can't see coming and can only detect by pressure, that reaction would have been stunted where it stood.
He's left breathless, the confusion and disorientation amplified for a few moments as he struggles to cope with the feelings of grief and anxiety and upset that wash over him, foreign and hard to think of as applying to himself. Eventually, he lifts his arms. He's still careful about touching Scien, but in the face of this, what else can he do? He wants to hold him, to comfort away the awful knot of emotions. He's certainly not a fan of death or the lightness in which people treat it when it's impermanent, but he's died enough times by now that he can set it all aside to focus on Scien.
Carefully, he slides his arms around Scien, the gesture tender and delicate, his own answering emotions concerned and guilty.]
...I'm sorry. [His voice is soft and a little awed. Even after all of the favoritism he's been drowned in, even with the strength of affection, he hadn't thought his loss - temporary, eventual or otherwise - would be impactful.] Did you-- ...Have you been waiting? You weren't hurt, were you?
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He's left breathless, the confusion and disorientation amplified for a few moments as he struggles to cope with the feelings of grief and anxiety and upset that wash over him, foreign and hard to think of as applying to himself. Eventually, he lifts his arms. He's still careful about touching Scien, but in the face of this, what else can he do? He wants to hold him, to comfort away the awful knot of emotions. He's certainly not a fan of death or the lightness in which people treat it when it's impermanent, but he's died enough times by now that he can set it all aside to focus on Scien.
Carefully, he slides his arms around Scien, the gesture tender and delicate, his own answering emotions concerned and guilty.]
...I'm sorry. [His voice is soft and a little awed. Even after all of the favoritism he's been drowned in, even with the strength of affection, he hadn't thought his loss - temporary, eventual or otherwise - would be impactful.] Did you-- ...Have you been waiting? You weren't hurt, were you?