[He uncurls a bit at those words. Giotto felt warm. Warm and solid and there.
He suddenly pitches the upper part of his body forward, ignoring the pain shooting through his arm as he gripped Giotto's coat. He didn't care about that. All he wanted to know was that this was honestly reality, that they were really back in the castle, that he was safe.
He sobs brokenly into him, his whole body shaking, and he grips the clothing tightly, pulling Giotto as close as he could, practically burying himself into him.
He wants the fear to stop. The uncertainty to stop. The danger to stop. The dying to stop.
He just wants everything to go back to the way it was before. The way it should be.]
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He suddenly pitches the upper part of his body forward, ignoring the pain shooting through his arm as he gripped Giotto's coat. He didn't care about that. All he wanted to know was that this was honestly reality, that they were really back in the castle, that he was safe.
He sobs brokenly into him, his whole body shaking, and he grips the clothing tightly, pulling Giotto as close as he could, practically burying himself into him.
He wants the fear to stop. The uncertainty to stop. The danger to stop. The dying to stop.
He just wants everything to go back to the way it was before. The way it should be.]