[It has always come so easily to him, understanding the pains of broken hearts. Surely his own has been broken so many times, sometimes it seems a miracle it still beats at all. So there is no awkward half-heartedness to his embrace; he continues to hold her tight, a hand rubbing against her shoulder, until she feels she needs to speak.
Truly it's a shame that love should be one of the greatest forces in life, and yet one of the most tragic.
He's careful with his claws as they comb through her hair, down her back. He knows well that the burden is too much sometimes, and yet cannot be shared the way one wishes.]
I know. This shouldn't be the way love is for any, but especially you. You have so much to give.
[It isn't just Karin. Yuri, too. And now he can't help but wonder if Alice looks at him and wanders when he will be gone, too.] Here, sit. I can make us some fresh tea. [His fingers always need to busy, but he thinks it may help now. Shit. Does she have some? She must. There's a box of something on the table -- coffee? -- but he's always bought his, never made it.] We don't need to talk if you're tired. We can sit.
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Truly it's a shame that love should be one of the greatest forces in life, and yet one of the most tragic.
He's careful with his claws as they comb through her hair, down her back. He knows well that the burden is too much sometimes, and yet cannot be shared the way one wishes.]
I know. This shouldn't be the way love is for any, but especially you. You have so much to give.
[It isn't just Karin. Yuri, too. And now he can't help but wonder if Alice looks at him and wanders when he will be gone, too.] Here, sit. I can make us some fresh tea. [His fingers always need to busy, but he thinks it may help now. Shit. Does she have some? She must. There's a box of something on the table -- coffee? -- but he's always bought his, never made it.] We don't need to talk if you're tired. We can sit.