[ Ah. There it is. Byleth feels himself tighten his embrace as Obsidian falls apart on him. As though he was the only thing holding him together at the moment. He strokes his back. ]
It's all right. Let it out. There is no shame here.
[ He assures, not wanting Obsidian to regret this catharsis. He keeps hold of him, murmuring soft assurances as long as he needs. Until there are no more tears to shed. He holds him up, and bears the weight for a time, because clearly he needs to hand off his burden for a while.
It is only when Obsidian's tears have un dry, and the shaking of his body has quieted, that Byleth dares to loosen his grip, if only to check on him. ]
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It's all right. Let it out. There is no shame here.
[ He assures, not wanting Obsidian to regret this catharsis. He keeps hold of him, murmuring soft assurances as long as he needs. Until there are no more tears to shed. He holds him up, and bears the weight for a time, because clearly he needs to hand off his burden for a while.
It is only when Obsidian's tears have un dry, and the shaking of his body has quieted, that Byleth dares to loosen his grip, if only to check on him. ]
Do you need some water, my friend?