[ it's a warmth that he's missed, that he's possibly longed for too much during the time he's spent here. only god knew how much he's missed the family he had around him in namimori, the comfort and solid blocks that sustained the weight of what happened around them. they all did it together, climbing together, flying together— tsuna's made friends here, but nothing did compare like the friendship he shares with his home.
he's shuck out of his daze, messy hair growing messier, eyes ogling up at yamamoto. the affection, the familiar feeling of normalcy hits him in a way that has his eyes going glossy, shining with tears being held back. he can't help the emotion that surges, the words that come with too much simplicity to match with the various twists and turns of events. but, he could manage a squeak of words, finding himself pushing into the friendly embrace for comfort from someone so close to his heart. ]
M-me neither—
[ at least where it isn't injured-! bandages are all over the place, but— the coolness of the bottle aids the tension in his jaw, soothes that soreness at the inside of his wounded mouth. he shakes his hand enough to lengthen the cuff of his sleeve, smearing the wetness from his eyes, sniffing hard to suck it up. he takes the water bottle afterwards, rolling through his fingers and falling into a loose grasp. ]
—Can we sit? And talk a little-?
[ though "a little" would probably mean "tsuna planting himself at yamamoto's side and never leaving". ]
FOR YAMAMOTO
[ it's a warmth that he's missed, that he's possibly longed for too much during the time he's spent here. only god knew how much he's missed the family he had around him in namimori, the comfort and solid blocks that sustained the weight of what happened around them. they all did it together, climbing together, flying together— tsuna's made friends here, but nothing did compare like the friendship he shares with his home.
he's shuck out of his daze, messy hair growing messier, eyes ogling up at yamamoto. the affection, the familiar feeling of normalcy hits him in a way that has his eyes going glossy, shining with tears being held back. he can't help the emotion that surges, the words that come with too much simplicity to match with the various twists and turns of events. but, he could manage a squeak of words, finding himself pushing into the friendly embrace for comfort from someone so close to his heart. ]
M-me neither—
[ at least where it isn't injured-! bandages are all over the place, but— the coolness of the bottle aids the tension in his jaw, soothes that soreness at the inside of his wounded mouth. he shakes his hand enough to lengthen the cuff of his sleeve, smearing the wetness from his eyes, sniffing hard to suck it up. he takes the water bottle afterwards, rolling through his fingers and falling into a loose grasp. ]
—Can we sit? And talk a little-?
[ though "a little" would probably mean "tsuna planting himself at yamamoto's side and never leaving". ]