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[He trembles, a little - tilts his head into Izanagi's palm]

...yeah.

I was -

I was trying real hard.

Edited 2022-03-14 18:26 (UTC)

And that's enough.

It was always enough.

[He brushes a thumb along Hurricane's cheek.]

You don't have to give up everything you have to satisfy others. I don't- want you to do that, either. If you just keep giving and giving and giving, there won't be anything left for you, you know?

So give some. But make sure to take, too.

Give what you can to help others. But take help when it's offered - and if it isn't, ask.

You said I didn't deserve to go through what I did, but neither did you. If I deserved better... if I deserved help-

Then so do you.

[He isn't quite meeting Iznaagi's eyes - can't seem to work up the courage]

Do you, like -

[His voice breaks. He swallows - takes a shaky breath in, and lets it out. Tries again]

Do you really think that?

Yeah, I do.

[Almost immediately, warm.]

I want to see what you're like when you feel like you're allowed to want, or be upset or angry or frustrated. What you're like when you're comfortable enough being you so I can know it all.

[He's quiet for a long few moments - swallows, with effort]

...Hizumi?

What is it?

...c'mere?

[He opens his arms a little, almost hesitant]

[Scoots over - into his arms, wrapping his own around Hurricane, tight.]

[His arms come up around Izanagi right away - hold tight, if not entirely steady]

[One hand rests on his back, providing a steadiness. The other hand curls in his hair, gently petting him, comforting.]

...You shouldn't have had to. But I'm glad you tried hard back then.

I'm glad you lived through it.

...I'm glad I met you, Hurricane.

[His fingers curl into the fabric of Izanagi's shirt, holding tight]

...I'm glad I met you, too.

Hey now, you can't just turn my own words against me.

[Resting his chin on Hurricane's shoulder.]

...But, thanks.

[Leaning in against him, sinking a good portion of his weight against Izanagi]

Pretty sure that's my line.

[Supporting all of it, continuing to pet his hair as he holds him upright.]

For what? Telling you the truth?

For being here?

For being you.

Mmm... I'll accept "for being here," then.

[But it does mean it's time to continue snuggling Hurricane.]

Good.

[Snuggling seems like it is extremely welcome, honestly. He's more cuddly even than usual, which is a lot,]

...How are you feeling after that, anyway?

You don't have to pretty it up for my sake. I don't want you to try to make it sound any better than it really is.

...pretty crappy.

[Hugging him tighter.]

How crappy?

Kinda real crappy?

Is there anything you want right now? And I mean anything.

...can you stay with me a while?

Done.

[Curling up around him.]

Anything else? I mean it. Anything at all.

Ain't that enough?