[ the worry never quite fades through this, but it's a valid reason. he can feel all of that whirl of anxiety, after all, and in fidelio's shoes... well, maybe he'd not want to share, either. he barely told anyone the full story of what happened to him, after all.
after a beat, he pauses - hesitates, fingers curling a little in midair, and then reaches to take one of his hands in both of his. it's a gentle touch, careful not to agitate any wounds or move too much, but once he settles there, he give a small squeeze. ]
no subject
after a beat, he pauses - hesitates, fingers curling a little in midair, and then reaches to take one of his hands in both of his. it's a gentle touch, careful not to agitate any wounds or move too much, but once he settles there, he give a small squeeze. ]
Whatever you want to say, I'll listen.