[ He doesn't expect the gesture to be reciprocated at all, but it makes sense for someone so afflicted. Maybe it's because of the memories they'd swapped, but an inane thought crosses his mind: it isn't fair. Living miserably, 'dying' twice before he found what to live for, and suffering again.
Nehan hasn't thought of the world as kind in years. It still feels wrong. ]
Okay.
[ His voice is soft and a little hoarse, careful where he presses his fingers into Aventurine's hair—because as cold as he is, he knows a little of comfort, not shy with his touch. And there's nothing much to say in moments like this, so when the silence feels too charged, he just hums; nothing special like Robin, but a quiet, idle tune all the same. ]
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Nehan hasn't thought of the world as kind in years. It still feels wrong. ]
Okay.
[ His voice is soft and a little hoarse, careful where he presses his fingers into Aventurine's hair—because as cold as he is, he knows a little of comfort, not shy with his touch. And there's nothing much to say in moments like this, so when the silence feels too charged, he just hums; nothing special like Robin, but a quiet, idle tune all the same. ]