[the comfort is desperately needed, but Manabu can't help but feel a sickening shame for needing it at all. and from a kid who already has far too much on his plate - a kid he's signed himself up to take care of, no less! this is very backward and wrong.
Manabu chokes on a miserable sound before he can catch enough breath to swallow back down on grief, squeezing maybe a bit too tightly before he can exhale and relent, withdrawing and turning his head away. at his feet, Magnet whimpers in solidarity.]
Thank you...for the meal. [a faint nod.] You did good. I'm gonna-- [he hesitates, eyes wincing.] ...Gonna...lie down. For a bit. [because the reality is that he's no good to anyone present or missing if he's an exhausted, hollowed out wreck.]
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Manabu chokes on a miserable sound before he can catch enough breath to swallow back down on grief, squeezing maybe a bit too tightly before he can exhale and relent, withdrawing and turning his head away. at his feet, Magnet whimpers in solidarity.]
Thank you...for the meal. [a faint nod.] You did good. I'm gonna-- [he hesitates, eyes wincing.] ...Gonna...lie down. For a bit. [because the reality is that he's no good to anyone present or missing if he's an exhausted, hollowed out wreck.]