[ Even armed with the knowledge that Gray has a soft heart and a penchant for waterworks, Eustace is still caught off-guard when she bursts into tears and immediately buries her face in his shoulder. His whole body goes, still unused to physical contact and displays of affection, but relaxes again not long after, one arm lifting to wrap itself around Gray as best he can, the palm of his hand pressing against her back.
While Gray cries, he turns his attention to Gen, leaned against the wall and with even deeper circles under his eyes. It's obviously been a long four days for the both of them, and he's not sure if he feels grateful for how much care they've shown him or guilty that he's imposed on them to such detriment. Both intertwine in his heart, alongside a bevy of other emotions he's too afraid to touch at the moment. Gen's explanation is short and to the point, but somehow manages to raise more questions than it answers. Seeker Shrine and not Firebrand? Keeping an eye out for anyone who might come looking?
The silence ticks on, broken only by the rustle of leaves as the summer wind gusts past. His frown stays fixed in place as he tries to slot all the pieces together. It's not a complete picture he ends up with, a gaping hole right in the center that he can't bring himself to ignore. ]
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While Gray cries, he turns his attention to Gen, leaned against the wall and with even deeper circles under his eyes. It's obviously been a long four days for the both of them, and he's not sure if he feels grateful for how much care they've shown him or guilty that he's imposed on them to such detriment. Both intertwine in his heart, alongside a bevy of other emotions he's too afraid to touch at the moment. Gen's explanation is short and to the point, but somehow manages to raise more questions than it answers. Seeker Shrine and not Firebrand? Keeping an eye out for anyone who might come looking?
The silence ticks on, broken only by the rustle of leaves as the summer wind gusts past. His frown stays fixed in place as he tries to slot all the pieces together. It's not a complete picture he ends up with, a gaping hole right in the center that he can't bring himself to ignore. ]
Will you be going back after this?
[ To Achamoth. ]