[If he thinks about it, Jr. can't remember the last time they did this. Assuredly it was when they were children, since no other time would've allowed for it. The past two years in which their paths had crossed had been turbulent, and saw more fighting than anything else.
Of those occasions when they were small, memory eludes him as to when he'd last initiated a hug. He's sure he must've, at some juncture. But most often, Albedo had sought out contact before it occurred to him.
And between then and now, fighting and injury]
What, do we look funny?
[It's far from a serious question, cutting into the heaviness that seems to accompany Albedo's words. Jr. can't help but feel clumsy where these gestures are concerned, despite their deceptive simplicity.
Still...he doesn't particularly mind that being the case]
PROBABLY. WHEN IT'S LONG TAGS IT'S BRUTAL.
Of those occasions when they were small, memory eludes him as to when he'd last initiated a hug. He's sure he must've, at some juncture. But most often, Albedo had sought out contact before it occurred to him.
And between then and now, fighting and injury]
What, do we look funny?
[It's far from a serious question, cutting into the heaviness that seems to accompany Albedo's words. Jr. can't help but feel clumsy where these gestures are concerned, despite their deceptive simplicity.
Still...he doesn't particularly mind that being the case]