[ his smile stretching into a grin doesn’t lie as he steps further into the room and immediately to her bed: he’s feeling better than those other days. oh, he’s holding so many things; like if he were moving! letting the slings of his bag fall of his arms with a helpful dip, falco sets his bigger bags by the door, only leaving him to curl his hand around the bundled front of him.
it looks like the sling of cloth he’s tried to make is coming loose, but he still nevertheless holds the bundle closer to keep it from falling, grabs his medical box, and finds a seat right where she’s exposed for him to sit. ]
It’d hurt if I hugged you, wouldn’t it . . .
[ he wants to, though, so instead— might as well start giving her something to alleviate it all. ]
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[ his smile stretching into a grin doesn’t lie as he steps further into the room and immediately to her bed: he’s feeling better than those other days. oh, he’s holding so many things; like if he were moving! letting the slings of his bag fall of his arms with a helpful dip, falco sets his bigger bags by the door, only leaving him to curl his hand around the bundled front of him.
it looks like the sling of cloth he’s tried to make is coming loose, but he still nevertheless holds the bundle closer to keep it from falling, grabs his medical box, and finds a seat right where she’s exposed for him to sit. ]
It’d hurt if I hugged you, wouldn’t it . . .
[ he wants to, though, so instead— might as well start giving her something to alleviate it all. ]