[Matching Rhy, he fills his lungs slowly, holds it, and then releases it in measured seconds. He's done breathing exercises like this hundreds of times, always pulling himself down from some precarious ledge nobody else sees. But never with somebody else, their arms bracing him, their breath rising and falling together. Gradually, the jagged edges of his anxiety erode.
The truth is, Wilhelm could stay like this for much longer. When he pulls away after a minute, his withdrawal is reluctant, his hand lingering on Rhy's forearm to maintain a link to him. He fights the urge to apologize for nothing, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear.]
Thank you. For checking on me.
[His eyebrows pinch together, and his fingers curl in Rhy's sleeve.]
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The truth is, Wilhelm could stay like this for much longer. When he pulls away after a minute, his withdrawal is reluctant, his hand lingering on Rhy's forearm to maintain a link to him. He fights the urge to apologize for nothing, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear.]
Thank you. For checking on me.
[His eyebrows pinch together, and his fingers curl in Rhy's sleeve.]
Did...your brother tell you anything?
[About what happened at the Lunar Pond.]