[Giotto stopped moving towards him. Why? Was it because Tsuna had made a move to touch him? Was he avoiding him again?
The hallucination Giotto had been unusually cut-throat and ruthless, and yet, Tsuna couldn't deny the way it hurt so badly when Giotto avoided him. Giotto never avoided him. Giotto moved toward him, pet his hair and hugged him. But he hadn't, then. He'd just moved to the side and acted as though Tsuna hadn't approached him at all.
And he feels that pain again, when Giotto doesn't approach him. He's scared of what Giotto's touch might do, yes, but he was even more scared that Giotto was a hallucination. How could he validate it without feeling him, feeling his solidness and reality?
But it occurs to him, even if he did touch Giotto, he couldn't be certain it was the real thing. His senses could be completely overridden at this point. Nobody he knew was real was around to validate anything.
He suddenly felt terribly and utterly alone, scared to believe even his own senses.
He pulls his legs up to him and wraps his arms tightly around them, burying his face into his knees as a little choked noise escapes him. And then he's giving quiet little sobs, because he's so overwhelmed and afraid, and with the apparent inability to distinguish reality from illusion, all those emotions of fear, helplessness, anxiety, and grief are finally finding release.]
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The hallucination Giotto had been unusually cut-throat and ruthless, and yet, Tsuna couldn't deny the way it hurt so badly when Giotto avoided him. Giotto never avoided him. Giotto moved toward him, pet his hair and hugged him. But he hadn't, then. He'd just moved to the side and acted as though Tsuna hadn't approached him at all.
And he feels that pain again, when Giotto doesn't approach him. He's scared of what Giotto's touch might do, yes, but he was even more scared that Giotto was a hallucination. How could he validate it without feeling him, feeling his solidness and reality?
But it occurs to him, even if he did touch Giotto, he couldn't be certain it was the real thing. His senses could be completely overridden at this point. Nobody he knew was real was around to validate anything.
He suddenly felt terribly and utterly alone, scared to believe even his own senses.
He pulls his legs up to him and wraps his arms tightly around them, burying his face into his knees as a little choked noise escapes him. And then he's giving quiet little sobs, because he's so overwhelmed and afraid, and with the apparent inability to distinguish reality from illusion, all those emotions of fear, helplessness, anxiety, and grief are finally finding release.]