[Yu exhales, and the shape of the changes over the past few months makes itself known in that small gesture. Before, he lingered in the doorway; now, sits within the room. Before, he recoiled at a touch; now, he leans in, drawn in by warmth and comfort and a familiarity he's not allowed himself in recent times.
He'll be okay. He always is; always knows it.
Now, he dares to think, maybe they'll be okay.
His hand goes over the other boy's as it rests on his shoulder, squeezing gently. It's a show of gratitude, and an assurance that this is a hurt they'll be able to move past.]
You're right. I refuse to lose anyone today.
[Another faint squeeze of his hand indicates who is included in "anyone."]
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He'll be okay. He always is; always knows it.
Now, he dares to think, maybe they'll be okay.
His hand goes over the other boy's as it rests on his shoulder, squeezing gently. It's a show of gratitude, and an assurance that this is a hurt they'll be able to move past.]
You're right. I refuse to lose anyone today.
[Another faint squeeze of his hand indicates who is included in "anyone."]