[There's a tug at his hair, the press of a hand over it, and similar to how Jaime mimics the gesture from his mother, it reminds Ken of his own. Funny, because Jaime's nothing like his mother but he was usually the one who did things to remind him of her, whether it was talking about his own or doing things like this. He thought he was all cried out after doing so with Minato, but his eyes widen just a little as Jaime pets his hair and he feels a tightening in his chest that's reminiscent of that urge. He doesn't, but it's there, and it's curious to him how this warmness tempts him more than any of this talk about death.
He takes a slow, shaky breath at Jaime's agreement and nods. He lets go of his shirt but it's only to wrap his arms around him instead, hesitantly just like the last time when it was with Minato, but this isn't a gesture Ken's completely unfamiliar with; he still remembers from the days he had with his mother.]
... I have a lot of people here. [That's the truth. He knows that if he wanted, all he would have to do is ask someone just like he asked Jaime today and they would be here. Not just because he was a child. Not just because he was SEES. Those were reasons too, but more than that, because they considered him a friend. Here, he wasnt alone, and even if that made him as nervous as being alone frightened him, he knows that it's true. And perhaps, if he could get himself to accept it, he wasn't alone back in Iwatodai either. Maybe only Fuuka might express it, but they were worrying about him too.]
I worried a lot of people, [he mumbles, muffled against Jaime's shirt.] I'm sorry.
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He takes a slow, shaky breath at Jaime's agreement and nods. He lets go of his shirt but it's only to wrap his arms around him instead, hesitantly just like the last time when it was with Minato, but this isn't a gesture Ken's completely unfamiliar with; he still remembers from the days he had with his mother.]
... I have a lot of people here. [That's the truth. He knows that if he wanted, all he would have to do is ask someone just like he asked Jaime today and they would be here. Not just because he was a child. Not just because he was SEES. Those were reasons too, but more than that, because they considered him a friend. Here, he wasnt alone, and even if that made him as nervous as being alone frightened him, he knows that it's true. And perhaps, if he could get himself to accept it, he wasn't alone back in Iwatodai either. Maybe only Fuuka might express it, but they were worrying about him too.]
I worried a lot of people, [he mumbles, muffled against Jaime's shirt.] I'm sorry.