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Sora Pu'uwai

"Heya, it's Sora! I'm not here right now, so please leave a message and stuff, and I'll get back to you later. Bye~"

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[destiny_key]

[It feels like his brain is broken. It feels like he's broken. Like a short-circuiting robot that can only do one action on a loop until it dies.

In the end, Sora opts for crying, and when Sorey wraps his arms around him, he can't help but collapse bonelessly into the older boy. He's still tired, he's so, so tired, and he knows it's just making everything worse, but everything is coming apart at the seams and he's reached his limit. He starts to sob into Sorey's shoulder without restraint.

He's tired of being sad. Sorey being here makes him so grateful,
that someone would bother to listen to him like this and tell him it was okay. When was the last time that happened? He's unsure,
and the thought makes him cry harder. No one, aside from Minako,
had even cared.]

[openhanded]

Oh, Sora.

[He hugs the boy a bit tighter, recognizing that this is keeping him grounded. He lets Sora cling if he wants, but otherwise, Sorey rubs his back in slow, soft circles to help relax him.]

I'm sorry I didn't say anything sooner. I didn't want to pressure you somehow or make things worse... I should've just said something when it started.

We'll get through this, I promise. You're not alone in this.

[destiny_key]

[He takes a while to calm down, only aware of the fact that someone is holding him and that his face is pressed into their shoulder. Your shirt is going to be wet and gross by the end of this, sorry Sorey, but Sora can't really bring himself to care at the moment.

It's only after the sobbing subsides that the embarrassment of having just lost it in front of his tutor starts to set in a little. Not to mention the further feeling of exhaustion from having just cried his eyes out. His voice is quiet when he speaks, cracking slightly.]

Sorry...

[openhanded]

[Sorey holds him patiently until the deluge has waned some. His shirt is pretty gross, but... that's okay. It'll go in the wash when he gets home and that will be that. He pulls back slightly when Sora speaks again. His smile is soft and encouraging.]

Sorry for what?

[He tops it off with a gently ruffle of Sora's hair.]

You're fine. Let me get you a tissue or something, okay?

[destiny_key]

'Kay...

[He waits patiently for the older boy to come back with the tissues so he can mop up his face, and maybe save himself from further humiliation. The embarrassment is really starting to seep in now, and it makes Sora feel like a little kid. He worked so hard to be okay, to make himself seem like a grown up, but it seems that that's out the window now. He feels like an idiot. He's only grateful that Sorey's not likely to judge him for it.

Where does he go from here? He can't tell how to move forward, but he can't go back either. Everything's just a mess.]

[openhanded]

[Sorey comes back with an entire box of tissues. He doesn't think they'll need all of them, of course, but it's much better if he doesn't have to go running back and forth. He sets them on the table next to Sora.]

Here you go.

[He won't say anything until Sora's properly had a chance to blow his nose and gather himself.]

[destiny_key]

[Sora immediately reaches for the tissues, pulling out a few and wipes his eyes and face. He probably looks like a mess, but it probably doesn't matter, with just the two of them. He definitely feels a little better without dried tears sticking to his cheeks.]

...Thanks...

[His voice is soft and hoarse, but he is grateful. Sorey's been terribly kind, and gone above and beyond just a tutor, and it means a lot to him.]

[openhanded]

[He smiles tenderly and reaches up to run his fingers through Sora's hair, much like Sorey's mom did to him growing up.]

Wanna talk about it?

[destiny_key]

I... Maybe...

[He kind of does, but he's not sure he can handle breaking down again right now. He does feel a little better now, but his thoughts are still so jumbled up in his head he can't tell where one ends and where one begins. How would he even begin to try to explain it?]

M-maybe later...

[Right now, he's content to just sit here together.]