[His eyes go wide as Tatsumi joins him on the floor. He’s flushed with surprise and worry. His leg…!]
[But then he draws him in, and with that gently embrace goes the last of Mayoi’s bravado, the last of what kept him together while he ran for his life from a Master that smiled to the public but beat him behind closed doors. He lived a life of fear wrapped up in gilded paper, and it has been oh, so long since he last known any kind of kindness that was more than just thinly veiled pity.]
[He cracks, and begins to wail into Tatsumi’s shoulder. He will stay there until he runs out of tears or until Tatsumi needs to stand again, but at least he’s gotten it out of his system, right…? he was holding onto quite a lot of anguish.]
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[But then he draws him in, and with that gently embrace goes the last of Mayoi’s bravado, the last of what kept him together while he ran for his life from a Master that smiled to the public but beat him behind closed doors. He lived a life of fear wrapped up in gilded paper, and it has been oh, so long since he last known any kind of kindness that was more than just thinly veiled pity.]
[He cracks, and begins to wail into Tatsumi’s shoulder. He will stay there until he runs out of tears or until Tatsumi needs to stand again, but at least he’s gotten it out of his system, right…? he was holding onto quite a lot of anguish.]