Damp-cheeked, he coils himself tightly around Ronan's trembling body, a strong arm around his waist to hold him where he can't hold himself up. He guides Ronan's face into the warm crook of his neck, resting his head against him as his broad hand strokes a soothing pass down his spine, pressing him firm up against his chest. He's solid, see? Warm, and strong and solidly present. He's going nowhere.
And he feels... there's a tightness in his chest as he feels Ronan's grief finally burst the levee, like he should have been here to ease the weight of all this hoarded pain. It doesn't make any sense. He knows it doesn't make any sense. But still...
"I would never have left you," he hears himself say, quiet and shaken with something very much like remorse. "If I had the power. Never."
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Damp-cheeked, he coils himself tightly around Ronan's trembling body, a strong arm around his waist to hold him where he can't hold himself up. He guides Ronan's face into the warm crook of his neck, resting his head against him as his broad hand strokes a soothing pass down his spine, pressing him firm up against his chest. He's solid, see? Warm, and strong and solidly present. He's going nowhere.
And he feels... there's a tightness in his chest as he feels Ronan's grief finally burst the levee, like he should have been here to ease the weight of all this hoarded pain. It doesn't make any sense. He knows it doesn't make any sense. But still...
"I would never have left you," he hears himself say, quiet and shaken with something very much like remorse. "If I had the power. Never."