[He nods. It doesn't have to be said, but the words are appreciated nonetheless.]
Anytime.
[Mikleo takes his hands away from Sorey's face and lightly smacks his arm. He's trying to be nonchalant despite the pain, and maybe distract them a little bit from it by doing something normal.]
Alright, let's clean our faces and get some water before we try sleeping again.
[ He lets out a soft, breathy laugh from that. He's glad Mikleo can still act like this even after learning about what happened to Gramps. It's a relief, even though he knows Mikleo must still be hurting from it and probably will for a little while. Still, they're here for each other, and the burden feels a little less burdensome now that he shares it with Mikleo.
And he nods. ] ... Right.
[ And so he'll quietly move to get off the bed, wiping at his eyes a little with his sleeve to make sure they're good and dry now, sniffling. ]
[It's going to be a raw wound for a long time, but Mikleo knows that the two of them can get passed this hurdle in time. The water seraph will make sure that at least Sorey will have all the time needed to heal from this blow.
He follows after his friend, and grabs a couple of tissues from the box on Sorey's nightstand. Mikleo catches up to him to give his friend one of them to blow his nose. He makes no comment as he does, heading out into the kitchen to grab the both of them a glass of water while blowing his own nose. Mikleo plans on letting Sorey wash up first.]
[ Ah. He appreciates that tissue, and he puts it to use as he watches Mikleo go to get them water. So he'll take this as a sign he should go wash up first, moving to the bathroom and splashing his face a few times. He gets a towel afterwards, drying his face off and pausing for a moment to look at himself in the mirror. His ... eyes are still relatively red and puffy, but at least they're not filled with tears anymore. That's a step! Ah ... he'll just have to try his best to be strong with it.
And he exits the bathroom, flashing a smile for his friend. He doesn't feel he needs to speak right now. ]
[No, the smile is all Mikleo needs. Both glasses are on the counter as he uses the kitchen sink to wash his own face. He dries off by using his magic to flick the excess water back into the sink, and takes one of the glasses to hand to Sorey. The other he'll start drinking from.
They'll be fine. Mikleo's never been more confident in that.]
[ He's glad they can communicate without words like that. And he quietly takes his cup and sips from it, before starting to move back into the bedroom, and looking back at Mikleo to see if he's coming. He'd kind of rather drink the water from the comfort of their bed, rather than in the quiet open kitchen area. ]
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Anytime.
[Mikleo takes his hands away from Sorey's face and lightly smacks his arm. He's trying to be nonchalant despite the pain, and maybe distract them a little bit from it by doing something normal.]
Alright, let's clean our faces and get some water before we try sleeping again.
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And he nods. ] ... Right.
[ And so he'll quietly move to get off the bed, wiping at his eyes a little with his sleeve to make sure they're good and dry now, sniffling. ]
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He follows after his friend, and grabs a couple of tissues from the box on Sorey's nightstand. Mikleo catches up to him to give his friend one of them to blow his nose. He makes no comment as he does, heading out into the kitchen to grab the both of them a glass of water while blowing his own nose. Mikleo plans on letting Sorey wash up first.]
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And he exits the bathroom, flashing a smile for his friend. He doesn't feel he needs to speak right now. ]
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They'll be fine. Mikleo's never been more confident in that.]
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Though, the seraph doesn't expect to get much sleep tonight. He has some things to think about.]