[ he walks over the rocks awkwardly, a slight stumble in his steps, but not terribly noticeable— he breathes a quiet thanks when her arm is there to steady him, able to offer a small smile, lips quick to straighten into thin lines once she looks away.
maybe tsuna was a few steps ahead of her— he knew nic was dead, who delivered the final blow, how . . . it was upsetting, of course— heart breaking, tearing at him at claiming tears of their own ( he cried terribly the moment the news was made known, especially how, but— ), at least with hibari, things were resolved. he wasn't going to dwell, not when . . .
— he had things to say first, though.
once they reach their spot, tsuna takes a moment to scan the horizon, expression thoughtful and threatening to grow distant. the wind blows, tickles his cheeks, whisks up his bangs— it's until she speaks, where his shoulders give a subtle jolt, pulling himself down to her side on the ground, crossing his legs. a small glance down at the cliff, akame's dangling legs— it almost brings a chill to his stomach, and for a split moment he has to look down at his hands.
his mittens are on. he keeps them on until he finds it necessary to take them off. here, on macha, you can never be too sure, and it wasn't going to be the humid temperatures that would put him off. ]
A bit. I just—
[ he inhales, a bit deep from the nose. here it goes— ]
no subject
[ he walks over the rocks awkwardly, a slight stumble in his steps, but not terribly noticeable— he breathes a quiet thanks when her arm is there to steady him, able to offer a small smile, lips quick to straighten into thin lines once she looks away.
maybe tsuna was a few steps ahead of her— he knew nic was dead, who delivered the final blow, how . . . it was upsetting, of course— heart breaking, tearing at him at claiming tears of their own ( he cried terribly the moment the news was made known, especially how, but— ), at least with hibari, things were resolved. he wasn't going to dwell, not when . . .
— he had things to say first, though.
once they reach their spot, tsuna takes a moment to scan the horizon, expression thoughtful and threatening to grow distant. the wind blows, tickles his cheeks, whisks up his bangs— it's until she speaks, where his shoulders give a subtle jolt, pulling himself down to her side on the ground, crossing his legs. a small glance down at the cliff, akame's dangling legs— it almost brings a chill to his stomach, and for a split moment he has to look down at his hands.
his mittens are on. he keeps them on until he finds it necessary to take them off. here, on macha, you can never be too sure, and it wasn't going to be the humid temperatures that would put him off. ]
A bit. I just—
[ he inhales, a bit deep from the nose. here it goes— ]
I have to apologize to you.