[ The words bubble up inside him, like he’s eaten a particularly sweet candy or swallowed pop too fast. He feels giddy with it, despite the sadness, and he clings to that feeling as much as he can. He’s desperate to keep this warm, sunshine happiness at the forefront of his mind, to feel the contentment he shares around the boy for as long as he can.
The night will come, as will his nightmares and tears, but maybe it’ll get easier.
Squeezing Raidou’s hand, he hesitates briefly, just pausing before he hums. ]
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[ The words bubble up inside him, like he’s eaten a particularly sweet candy or swallowed pop too fast. He feels giddy with it, despite the sadness, and he clings to that feeling as much as he can. He’s desperate to keep this warm, sunshine happiness at the forefront of his mind, to feel the contentment he shares around the boy for as long as he can.
The night will come, as will his nightmares and tears, but maybe it’ll get easier.
Squeezing Raidou’s hand, he hesitates briefly, just pausing before he hums. ]
If someone asks… What should I say?