[ somehow, he gets back to his feet, watching this entire exchange with a sense of someone who doesn't know if he wants to cry, flee or latch onto someone for dear life and it's incredibly taxing and confusing to deal with.
he's grown up, of course his parents are unaccustomed to him like this, just as he is to them, and for a moment he feels he missed the invitation to hug his mother, that all of this is still sort of slowly slipping through his fingers and he goes to rub at his face, furiously, sniffling and swallowing down his tears. he's out on open water, and he barely knows how to swim, but if he doesn't pull his face back together and just deals with it, nothing will come of it.
in one way, he wishes his Jiujiu was here to threaten to break his legs or something for being a crybaby. at least he knows how to deal with that.
picking up Suihua again, he ends up standing in front of them, awkward, wanting to reach out and touch but keeping himself back, at least for the moment, eyes trained at his feet. ]
It's... it's my sword. I've had it since I was a child.
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he's grown up, of course his parents are unaccustomed to him like this, just as he is to them, and for a moment he feels he missed the invitation to hug his mother, that all of this is still sort of slowly slipping through his fingers and he goes to rub at his face, furiously, sniffling and swallowing down his tears. he's out on open water, and he barely knows how to swim, but if he doesn't pull his face back together and just deals with it, nothing will come of it.
in one way, he wishes his Jiujiu was here to threaten to break his legs or something for being a crybaby. at least he knows how to deal with that.
picking up Suihua again, he ends up standing in front of them, awkward, wanting to reach out and touch but keeping himself back, at least for the moment, eyes trained at his feet. ]
It's... it's my sword. I've had it since I was a child.