[The moment his wrist is caught, Jr. notices. He can't help but feel his attention dragged to that gesture, sparing Albedo's hand a wordless glance. It's a distantly familiar gesture, conjuring the recollection of a time when his brothers were so much smaller. They'd changed so much since the last time Jr. remembers being held onto this way, while he really hasn't changed at all.
Or perhaps none of them had really changed all that much.
Though it's been a long time - and feels longer yet - Jr. remembers this old habit. What comfort was derived from being fixed to his arm had always eluded Rubedo to some degree. Countless were the times that he'd been latched onto for some sort of comfort or security, or something else he'd never discerned.
His words had never been much comfort. When he looked back on it, Jr. concluded that selecting the right words hadn't been his forte. Truth be told, he believes as much even now. Those thoughts only lend to his indecision. A pervasive thought, nagging at his mind alongside the awareness that he needs to respond. Needs to say something.
But he's just so bad at it. He never seemed able to really fend off Albedo's anxieties. And there's so much now. That may not be any different from the past either.
He shoves his thoughts aside and looks at Albedo's face again. Sizing him up, perhaps. Evaluating. It's a long, indecisively sluggish moment before he shifts his weight...
And puts an arm around Albedo to give him a clumsy rendition of a hug. Jr. isn't accustomed to being the same size anymore]
We've got time.
[His voice is smaller than he means it to be, but then... He really isn't good at things like this]
...and then dw eats my tag why
Or perhaps none of them had really changed all that much.
Though it's been a long time - and feels longer yet - Jr. remembers this old habit. What comfort was derived from being fixed to his arm had always eluded Rubedo to some degree. Countless were the times that he'd been latched onto for some sort of comfort or security, or something else he'd never discerned.
His words had never been much comfort. When he looked back on it, Jr. concluded that selecting the right words hadn't been his forte. Truth be told, he believes as much even now. Those thoughts only lend to his indecision. A pervasive thought, nagging at his mind alongside the awareness that he needs to respond. Needs to say something.
But he's just so bad at it. He never seemed able to really fend off Albedo's anxieties. And there's so much now. That may not be any different from the past either.
He shoves his thoughts aside and looks at Albedo's face again. Sizing him up, perhaps. Evaluating. It's a long, indecisively sluggish moment before he shifts his weight...
And puts an arm around Albedo to give him a clumsy rendition of a hug. Jr. isn't accustomed to being the same size anymore]
We've got time.
[His voice is smaller than he means it to be, but then... He really isn't good at things like this]