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29.Sep.18, 01:07 PM
T’bia looked up from where he’d been staring at his feet, shifting anxiously the longer the silence drew out between them. He wasn’t sure what he had expected M’dox to do or say once T’bia’s words were free, but he honestly hadn’t expected such resounding and terrible silence. Not for the first time when he’d said something he suddenly believed was wrong, T’bia was convinced he should leave, because he obviously wasn’t wanted, and that hurt! It hurt so bad and T’bia’s lips trembled as he tried to breathe in softly and without letting M’dox hear he was sniffling at being rejected without even the brownrider having the good taste to put that rejection into words.
Looking up and fighting to find the words to excuse himself, T’bia had only a fraction of a second for his teary (but not falling, not yet) eyes to focus on M’dox and read his expression before the brownrider was launching himself at T’bia, and he had to take a half step back to keep them both on their feet, his arms wrapping around M’dox without thinking. His friend was warm, and familiar, and… crying? T’bia forgot all about his nearness to crying in the sudden awareness that M’dox was sobbing and he could feel the other man’s tears wetting the shoulder of his shirt.
“Shh,” T’bia sounded softly, making sure he had a comforting grip on M’dox and falling into the gentle comforting role he often filled when his little sisters were upset; he wasn’t the type of big brother that would protect them from the world, it just wasn’t who he was, but he was good at comforting people. T’bia looked around as he mumbled softly to M’dox, frowning slightly at the lack of furniture in the living area. He’d been hoping for a couch, and the lack of one had him pausing as he considered sinking to the floor and pulling M’dox in his lap. He was about to do so, when he spotted the brownrider’s bed through a door not far away, and a fleeting smile flickered over his lips before vanishing.
“Come on,” T’bia said softly, wriggling a little out of the grip M’dox had on him, and wiping the brownrider’s cheek of tears with the hem of his sleeve. Taking his friend’s hand, T’bia lead him to the bedroom and climbed onto the bed without letting go, giving a little tug and an innocent look of confusion when M’dox faltered. When his friend climbed up with him, T’bia flopped backwards (ridiculously aware of both how comfortable the bed was, and how much like M’dox it smelled. And not in a bad way. In a really, really good way.) and tugged M’dox down to curl up with him, kissing his friend gently on the cheek.
“I’m sorry too,” T’bia said earnestly, his blue eyes wide as he peered seriously at M’dox. He certainly hadn’t meant to make M’dox cry! “Are you okay?” Worry etched itself onto T’bia’s features, and he brushed one hand cautiously along the pane of M’dox’s face, brushing dark hair back from where a few strands had gotten caught against the tracks left by his tears.
Looking up and fighting to find the words to excuse himself, T’bia had only a fraction of a second for his teary (but not falling, not yet) eyes to focus on M’dox and read his expression before the brownrider was launching himself at T’bia, and he had to take a half step back to keep them both on their feet, his arms wrapping around M’dox without thinking. His friend was warm, and familiar, and… crying? T’bia forgot all about his nearness to crying in the sudden awareness that M’dox was sobbing and he could feel the other man’s tears wetting the shoulder of his shirt.
“Shh,” T’bia sounded softly, making sure he had a comforting grip on M’dox and falling into the gentle comforting role he often filled when his little sisters were upset; he wasn’t the type of big brother that would protect them from the world, it just wasn’t who he was, but he was good at comforting people. T’bia looked around as he mumbled softly to M’dox, frowning slightly at the lack of furniture in the living area. He’d been hoping for a couch, and the lack of one had him pausing as he considered sinking to the floor and pulling M’dox in his lap. He was about to do so, when he spotted the brownrider’s bed through a door not far away, and a fleeting smile flickered over his lips before vanishing.
“Come on,” T’bia said softly, wriggling a little out of the grip M’dox had on him, and wiping the brownrider’s cheek of tears with the hem of his sleeve. Taking his friend’s hand, T’bia lead him to the bedroom and climbed onto the bed without letting go, giving a little tug and an innocent look of confusion when M’dox faltered. When his friend climbed up with him, T’bia flopped backwards (ridiculously aware of both how comfortable the bed was, and how much like M’dox it smelled. And not in a bad way. In a really, really good way.) and tugged M’dox down to curl up with him, kissing his friend gently on the cheek.
“I’m sorry too,” T’bia said earnestly, his blue eyes wide as he peered seriously at M’dox. He certainly hadn’t meant to make M’dox cry! “Are you okay?” Worry etched itself onto T’bia’s features, and he brushed one hand cautiously along the pane of M’dox’s face, brushing dark hair back from where a few strands had gotten caught against the tracks left by his tears.
