[It's an echo of the day when this was reversed, when he'd had Rohan in his arms and the wreckage of the tailor shop behind them. This time he's the one leaning, the one seeking reassurance and comfort. The tight hold is a blessing, even with how awkward his wings might make it.
For a few solid minutes, he just breathes, vaguely aware that he's instinctively radiating a low level of warmth just from the proximity to Rohan. When he does find his voice again, it's steadier, less shot.]
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[It's an echo of the day when this was reversed, when he'd had Rohan in his arms and the wreckage of the tailor shop behind them. This time he's the one leaning, the one seeking reassurance and comfort. The tight hold is a blessing, even with how awkward his wings might make it.
For a few solid minutes, he just breathes, vaguely aware that he's instinctively radiating a low level of warmth just from the proximity to Rohan. When he does find his voice again, it's steadier, less shot.]
I never...did this for you. Did I...?