[Giotto stiffens a bit when Tsuna pitches forward onto him, holding onto him like a lifeline, because that position must hurt. But then he's sobbing into him, and Giotto tightens his arms around him, holding him as close as he can.
This is really all the comfort Giotto can offer right now, holding him while he cries and trying to soothe him. He brings his hand up to run his fingers through his hair, slightly dirty and tangled.] Hush, hush. I'm right here.
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This is really all the comfort Giotto can offer right now, holding him while he cries and trying to soothe him. He brings his hand up to run his fingers through his hair, slightly dirty and tangled.] Hush, hush. I'm right here.