[ i'm so sorry siff but he's truly so overly sensitive today. the touch without warning startles him again, and he pulls away—especially to have a hand so close to his mask. even though he does mumble out a quick: ] —Sorry. I... sorry.
[ he will be beating himself up for the next month to come ]
.... yeah. They... they'd take care of him.
[ but there is still something torn on yves' expression. to hear just a few days ago I'm glad to have you in my life and afterlife. knowing just how much of a recluse adolphe can be when left to his own devices. yves just wants to be there too. ]
[ If anyone understands, it should be Siffrin- Siffrin who startles so easily at the slightest touch. Siffrin who has started to get a little comfortable with touch, yearning for it, but maybe a bit too comfortable. The second Yves pulls away Siffrin is already moving away to put a clear notable distance between them. There's a shake of their head at the sorry as if to say "it's okay" even though no words come out.
The feeling of guilt sinks heavy in their chest. Stupid stupid. Wasn't the first time hint enough? They're only making it worse for him. But this isn't about them, it's about Yves. They try to suck in a small breath. They try not to think how badly they wish time would go back. ]
Sorry.
[ First and foremost. They shouldn't have tried. Growing quiet again and their arms tuck inside their cloak, gripping at their arms. They're not.. very good at this, are they? Lucas would probably know what to say, Ellie who understands people so well would know what to do... An exhale. ]
..They'll bring him back. [ The angels said they'll "try." ] You'll see him again. Until they do.. don't give up, Yves.
No, no, it's... my fault. I'm sorry. I just... can't today.
[ he can't be touched suddenly, hypocritically, when he is normally the one initiating. when normally a touch upon his cheek would be so meaningful and sweet, today it feels so frighteningly close to something becoming out of his control. and there's already so, so much out of his control. but he shakes his own head, firmly, when siffrin apologies. ]
The problem isn't you. It's never you.
[ in hopes that maybe that can help something, even as he runs a hand through his hair in an attempt to self-soothe. ]
... I'm not giving up. I do want to see him again. No matter what it takes.
Yves. [ Trying for something still gentle, a little firm, but not stern. Not cruel or mean. Nothing that will add to the feeling that it's his fault. He's already going through so much.] ..It's okay. You don't need to explain, to say sorry.
[ Not his fault. How could any of this be his fault? The ache and twist of loss is cruel and Yves is.. probably protecting himself the only way he knows how. Stars know what Siffrin would do in his place.
They don't answer to those other words. Not confirming those thoughts. Just watching on quietly, concern and helplessness churning in their chest. ]
..Okay. [ That should be enough for now. Hopefully. It doesn't feel like they've helped him any but.. their hands grip too tightly at their own arms. ] We'll figure out tomorrow what happened with everyone's help. Find some answers.
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[ he will be beating himself up for the next month to come ]
.... yeah. They... they'd take care of him.
[ but there is still something torn on yves' expression. to hear just a few days ago I'm glad to have you in my life and afterlife. knowing just how much of a recluse adolphe can be when left to his own devices. yves just wants to be there too. ]
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The feeling of guilt sinks heavy in their chest. Stupid stupid. Wasn't the first time hint enough? They're only making it worse for him. But this isn't about them, it's about Yves. They try to suck in a small breath. They try not to think how badly they wish time would go back. ]
Sorry.
[ First and foremost. They shouldn't have tried. Growing quiet again and their arms tuck inside their cloak, gripping at their arms. They're not.. very good at this, are they? Lucas would probably know what to say, Ellie who understands people so well would know what to do... An exhale. ]
..They'll bring him back. [ The angels said they'll "try." ] You'll see him again. Until they do.. don't give up, Yves.
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[ he can't be touched suddenly, hypocritically, when he is normally the one initiating. when normally a touch upon his cheek would be so meaningful and sweet, today it feels so frighteningly close to something becoming out of his control. and there's already so, so much out of his control. but he shakes his own head, firmly, when siffrin apologies. ]
The problem isn't you. It's never you.
[ in hopes that maybe that can help something, even as he runs a hand through his hair in an attempt to self-soothe. ]
... I'm not giving up. I do want to see him again. No matter what it takes.
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[ Not his fault. How could any of this be his fault? The ache and twist of loss is cruel and Yves is.. probably protecting himself the only way he knows how. Stars know what Siffrin would do in his place.
They don't answer to those other words. Not confirming those thoughts. Just watching on quietly, concern and helplessness churning in their chest. ]
..Okay. [ That should be enough for now. Hopefully. It doesn't feel like they've helped him any but.. their hands grip too tightly at their own arms. ] We'll figure out tomorrow what happened with everyone's help. Find some answers.