[Manabu doesn't balk of his own volition, just out of chill, and lets him draw him into his arms, smushing up against him with a bit of fidgeting he's known for (sit still? even in duress? never).
there's still some tremors, but his body soaks up that warmth swiftly and greedily to quell them; Manabu clenches his jaw to avoid teeth chatter.
there's no relaxing like this, and not because of Grey smothering him. it's more...the whole everything. ambush and escape, all the information to deliver, delivering the information, Grey wanting to vanish, everything that could or couldn't come after... who is even built for that much? it's too much! especially alone.
and...he'd be alone in it, wouldn't he. if Grey decided to vanish off the radar. Manabu would have to attest to everything himself. would he do a good job? would it amount to anything?
how's everything supposed to move forward? it can't go back to normal, the way it was before. can it?
these are not thoughts Manabu likes having in general, let alone smashed up against another warm body; this is definitely not easy to handle. he gulps, ducking his head so when his forehead rests on Grey's clavicle he has a little pocket of space to breathe, trying to keep a lid on all of this.
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on 2025-01-16 12:56 am (UTC)there's still some tremors, but his body soaks up that warmth swiftly and greedily to quell them; Manabu clenches his jaw to avoid teeth chatter.
there's no relaxing like this, and not because of Grey smothering him. it's more...the whole everything. ambush and escape, all the information to deliver, delivering the information, Grey wanting to vanish, everything that could or couldn't come after... who is even built for that much? it's too much! especially alone.
and...he'd be alone in it, wouldn't he. if Grey decided to vanish off the radar. Manabu would have to attest to everything himself. would he do a good job? would it amount to anything?
how's everything supposed to move forward? it can't go back to normal, the way it was before. can it?
these are not thoughts Manabu likes having in general, let alone smashed up against another warm body; this is definitely not easy to handle. he gulps, ducking his head so when his forehead rests on Grey's clavicle he has a little pocket of space to breathe, trying to keep a lid on all of this.
what the hell am I supposed to do?!]