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05.Oct.18, 01:01 AM
M’dox hadn’t meant to start crying, not at all, and he certainly hand’t meant to cling to T’bia while doing so, but now that he had, he couldn’t stop. He just held onto his friend as if for dear life and sobbed. The way T’bia put his arms around M’dox and tried to comfort him helped but it also made it worse. M’dox had been neglecting their friendship and here he was crying and having T’bia comfort him. Why couldn’t he ever keep it together? He didn’t deserve T’bia comforting him. That thought only made him cry harder, grip tightening on T’bia’s shirt.
When T’bia started pulling away from him M’dox readied himself for his friend to leave; T’bia hadn’t signed up to get cried on when he stopped by, there was no need for him to deal with M’dox while he was like this. M’dox curled in on himself, swallowing down tears as he tried to collect himself enough to say goodbye. But T’bia didn’t leave. Instead, he wiped some of M’dox’s tears away and took one of his hands. M’dox stared at him confused, vision blurry with tears. T’bia wasn’t leaving? Confused, he followed T’bia to his own bedroom, hiccuping a little.
He paused at the edge of the bed, still not convinced T’bia should be there. Not that he didn’t want T’bia there! He just didn’t think he deserved it. But then T’bia tugged his arm gently to pull him forward and M’dox finally accepted that maybe, just maybe, T’bia actually didn’t mind being there. With a sniffle he crawled up next to T’bia, letting the bluerider tug him closer. He’d mostly gotten the crying under control, with it being quieter now, but T’bia kissing his cheek almost had M’dox bawling again. T’bia was so sweet, what did he ever do to deserve him as a friend? Hesitantly he wrapped an arm around T’bia’s waist and nuzzled closer, resting his head on T’bia’s chest.
“I’m okay,” M’dox whispered thickly, throat closed up from all the crying, “you don’t have to be sorry. I’ve just been…I don’t know. It’s just been a lot recently. It’s not…it’s not your fault or anything, I promise.” He wanted to assure T’bia he hadn’t upset him, it was entirely him, him and his overemotional self. The echoes of his father telling him men didn’t cry, that if he was going to act like this he might as well accept he had two daughters instead of one whispered through his head. He’d always been like this, stupid and prone to crying. How he Impressed a brown dragon was beyond him. Riquarth stepped in there to insist he didn’t make a mistake, the force of his love and conviction prompting M’dox to hold onto T’bia tighter, shaking slightly. After a few minutes lying there, surrounded by the love of his friend and his dragon, M’dox looked up at T’bia.
“I missed you so much,” he said quietly, tears prickling at the corners of his eyes again.
When T’bia started pulling away from him M’dox readied himself for his friend to leave; T’bia hadn’t signed up to get cried on when he stopped by, there was no need for him to deal with M’dox while he was like this. M’dox curled in on himself, swallowing down tears as he tried to collect himself enough to say goodbye. But T’bia didn’t leave. Instead, he wiped some of M’dox’s tears away and took one of his hands. M’dox stared at him confused, vision blurry with tears. T’bia wasn’t leaving? Confused, he followed T’bia to his own bedroom, hiccuping a little.
He paused at the edge of the bed, still not convinced T’bia should be there. Not that he didn’t want T’bia there! He just didn’t think he deserved it. But then T’bia tugged his arm gently to pull him forward and M’dox finally accepted that maybe, just maybe, T’bia actually didn’t mind being there. With a sniffle he crawled up next to T’bia, letting the bluerider tug him closer. He’d mostly gotten the crying under control, with it being quieter now, but T’bia kissing his cheek almost had M’dox bawling again. T’bia was so sweet, what did he ever do to deserve him as a friend? Hesitantly he wrapped an arm around T’bia’s waist and nuzzled closer, resting his head on T’bia’s chest.
“I’m okay,” M’dox whispered thickly, throat closed up from all the crying, “you don’t have to be sorry. I’ve just been…I don’t know. It’s just been a lot recently. It’s not…it’s not your fault or anything, I promise.” He wanted to assure T’bia he hadn’t upset him, it was entirely him, him and his overemotional self. The echoes of his father telling him men didn’t cry, that if he was going to act like this he might as well accept he had two daughters instead of one whispered through his head. He’d always been like this, stupid and prone to crying. How he Impressed a brown dragon was beyond him. Riquarth stepped in there to insist he didn’t make a mistake, the force of his love and conviction prompting M’dox to hold onto T’bia tighter, shaking slightly. After a few minutes lying there, surrounded by the love of his friend and his dragon, M’dox looked up at T’bia.
“I missed you so much,” he said quietly, tears prickling at the corners of his eyes again.
