[ His hands are tense, arms stiff as she guides them around her, because when he's frustrated, what he really wants to do is hurt and make hurt, to shut people out and be by himself and scream until the storm has passed.
But here is Rika, smiling, gentle, and he can't seem to get his heart to settle even as he pulls her close and tucks his face against the crook of her neck.
It's only the eye, but he'll take it until the winds come back. ]
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But here is Rika, smiling, gentle, and he can't seem to get his heart to settle even as he pulls her close and tucks his face against the crook of her neck.
It's only the eye, but he'll take it until the winds come back. ]