( there's a noticeable flinch at the first brush of contact. it's just a little thing, a light touch of fingertips to his hair, but yukine is so alert and aware of everything going on that it feels like so much more than it really is. it takes him a moment and a herculean amount of self control to keep himself still as kashuu pats him before letting kashuu settle his hand onto his shoulder. it's both terrifying and so overwhelmingly relieving that yukine can't find the words to talk.
instead he reaches up to press his palm against kashuu's, just feeling the warmth of it, as he tries to remember how to breathe. )
[His hand is probably not in the most elegant state it's ever been in, palm somewhat clammy from the struggling and panic, but he holds Yukine's carefully regardless. Not tight enough to be restrictive, but with enough strength to convey at least some measure of reassurance.]
Hey. No apologizing, okay? Just breathe with me for a little while. I'm not going anywhere. You can hear me, right?
[The sound of his own breathing, that is, which he wrangles back under control in record time so he can set the pacing for Yukine too. It's a steady in and out, loud in the stifling silence of the prison, measured and predictable. The only time it's interrupted is a brief moment here or there where he interjects with small nudges of encouragement, little "you're doing fine"s or "you're still with me"s that drift softly through the otherwise still air.]
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( there's a noticeable flinch at the first brush of contact. it's just a little thing, a light touch of fingertips to his hair, but yukine is so alert and aware of everything going on that it feels like so much more than it really is. it takes him a moment and a herculean amount of self control to keep himself still as kashuu pats him before letting kashuu settle his hand onto his shoulder. it's both terrifying and so overwhelmingly relieving that yukine can't find the words to talk.
instead he reaches up to press his palm against kashuu's, just feeling the warmth of it, as he tries to remember how to breathe. )
I'm sorry.
( he says in a voice so small. )
SLAMS HANDS DOWN paintrain
Hey. No apologizing, okay? Just breathe with me for a little while. I'm not going anywhere. You can hear me, right?
[The sound of his own breathing, that is, which he wrangles back under control in record time so he can set the pacing for Yukine too. It's a steady in and out, loud in the stifling silence of the prison, measured and predictable. The only time it's interrupted is a brief moment here or there where he interjects with small nudges of encouragement, little "you're doing fine"s or "you're still with me"s that drift softly through the otherwise still air.]