[Funny how that pronouncement, you're all right, just makes him feel all the readier to fall apart. He takes it as permission to sink into the embrace, holding onto Rhy like he's the one thing preventing him from drowning. For a moment, he imagines Simon's arms circling him, the familiar stroke of his fingers through his hair. It's a sweeter comfort and a different kind of ache at once.
Wilhelm murmurs into Rhy's shoulder:]
I don't know what to do. I feel like...I'm suffocating.
[Maybe that doesn't make half as much sense as it did in his head, but he needs him to understand anyway. The question looms over him: does Rhy know what he'd done? Rhy and Kell seem like the kind of brothers who hold few secrets between them. So either he knows, and he's choosing compassion over disappointment — or only his ignorance enables this moment of reprieve.]
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Wilhelm murmurs into Rhy's shoulder:]
I don't know what to do. I feel like...I'm suffocating.
[Maybe that doesn't make half as much sense as it did in his head, but he needs him to understand anyway. The question looms over him: does Rhy know what he'd done? Rhy and Kell seem like the kind of brothers who hold few secrets between them. So either he knows, and he's choosing compassion over disappointment — or only his ignorance enables this moment of reprieve.]