[And he honestly doesn't care how that puts more pressure on his shoulder and intensifies the pain. The embrace isn't scary or overwhelming, despite how tight it is. It's solid and tight and secure. It's secure, it's safe.
And then he sobs even harder, because he wants so badly for this to be real. For him to truly be safe, to not have to worry about horrid hallucinations or people going insane or his friends getting hurt and dying. He wants this to be Giotto, the grandfather, the caring and supportive man, not Primo, with his stern expression, telling Tsuna that only the family mattered and everyone else should die.
He continues sobbing until he's finally cried himself out, at which point he just leans quietly into Giotto. He's more exhausted than relieved, but at least he's no longer terrified or desperate, and he's let out the feelings that had been building inside of him.]
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And then he sobs even harder, because he wants so badly for this to be real. For him to truly be safe, to not have to worry about horrid hallucinations or people going insane or his friends getting hurt and dying. He wants this to be Giotto, the grandfather, the caring and supportive man, not Primo, with his stern expression, telling Tsuna that only the family mattered and everyone else should die.
He continues sobbing until he's finally cried himself out, at which point he just leans quietly into Giotto. He's more exhausted than relieved, but at least he's no longer terrified or desperate, and he's let out the feelings that had been building inside of him.]