[The relief that it wasn't something he'd chosen to do was enough to have his shoulders sagging and his head dropping while he listened to the rest. It didn't matter why the kid had done it so long as it wasn't something he'd wanted.
Of course, it did actually matter. Because being shot in the head was fucked up in it's entirety and not being able to control himself because of it... kid had it rough. Real rough.
Daryl really wasn't good at this shit. At giving comfort. But Kaneki needed it. He let himself slide to the floor next to the kid's chair. Once he was there, his knees up and his head between his legs as he listened, he reached out for Kaneki. Let his arm settled around the kid's waist. Then tugged at him. A quiet invitation for him to come down from his chair sit next to Daryl. Lean against him if he needed to.]
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Of course, it did actually matter. Because being shot in the head was fucked up in it's entirety and not being able to control himself because of it... kid had it rough. Real rough.
Daryl really wasn't good at this shit. At giving comfort. But Kaneki needed it. He let himself slide to the floor next to the kid's chair. Once he was there, his knees up and his head between his legs as he listened, he reached out for Kaneki. Let his arm settled around the kid's waist. Then tugged at him. A quiet invitation for him to come down from his chair sit next to Daryl. Lean against him if he needed to.]