[Eiri just can't stop, not when he's already started like this, not when Haku has enveloped him in safety. It's so frustrating, though, when he's supposed to be the comforter. First with Moe, then with Haku. He can't break like this. That's not his role in life, and not in this relationship.
But he can't stop. And it hurts, physically, to cry, when his body is bruised and broken, but the sobs keep wracking him and he just can't stop.
He can't deny it feels good to be comforted, either. If this is half of what he's been able to offer people, then he'll be happy. But after everything he went through with the Northern Union, he's more focused on his own comfort. He's safe. It's okay. It's warm here and Haku isn't teasing him.
(Haku knows when to be serious, even if it doesn't always seem like it. Eiri knows he can always trust him because of this.)
Except as his breaths start to even out and he lies more still in Haku's arms, Eiri hears that confession. And though he wants to bask in this warmth a little longer, he can't. He has to be the caretaker again, even just a little bit. Tugging his hand out of Haku's grasp, he presses it against Haku's chest, then moves it up to his shoulder, where he grips it, albeit weakly.]
Haku...
[That hand moves again, reaching the ends of Haku's hair so Eiri can play with it distractedly.]
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But he can't stop. And it hurts, physically, to cry, when his body is bruised and broken, but the sobs keep wracking him and he just can't stop.
He can't deny it feels good to be comforted, either. If this is half of what he's been able to offer people, then he'll be happy. But after everything he went through with the Northern Union, he's more focused on his own comfort. He's safe. It's okay. It's warm here and Haku isn't teasing him.
(Haku knows when to be serious, even if it doesn't always seem like it. Eiri knows he can always trust him because of this.)
Except as his breaths start to even out and he lies more still in Haku's arms, Eiri hears that confession. And though he wants to bask in this warmth a little longer, he can't. He has to be the caretaker again, even just a little bit. Tugging his hand out of Haku's grasp, he presses it against Haku's chest, then moves it up to his shoulder, where he grips it, albeit weakly.]
Haku...
[That hand moves again, reaching the ends of Haku's hair so Eiri can play with it distractedly.]
Don't. You came for me. You saved me.