[ with a distant passiveness, andyr watches jesse process this. waits for a hand shoving him away, or another slur of shouting, maybe calling for ronan or adam, to let them know what they'd let into their house with them.
all that comes are the tears that keep streaming from his eyes, but he doesn't reach for them now. won't force his presence on jesse until he knows he wants him here. he can wait, and he does, silent. jesse understands what he's said, and the question he'd asked, there isn't any need to clarify further.
in andyr's eyes, he'd done nothing to deserve admiration, or respect, from jesse. jesse'd always been the one saving him, and when they'd gone to fetch him from the city, it was ronan that did all the talking, kind words and soft sentiments, and andyr was there as muscle. he wanted to help, of course, but this isn't something he does well. even with ronan and adam, andyr always feels like he starts more problems than he solves. so it would be reasonable, if jesse told him to go.
what he gets, instead, is the man rolling into his side, burrowing up against his chest, and letting out a heart wrenching sob. when he first moves, it seems like he's about to be shoves, and andyr tenses up, so it takes him a second or two to realize, no. jesse's curling up against him instead. it reminds him of adam, and the nightmare he'd woken himself from, a mess of crying and fears and guilt. gradually, andyr's arms come up to encircle him, one around his back, palm rubbing up and down over his spine, and the other cupping the back of his head, hugging him close to his chest, cheek rested on his hair.]
I got you, I'm here. [ and murmurs quietly, stroking over his hair. ] I'm not going anywhere, and neither are you.
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all that comes are the tears that keep streaming from his eyes, but he doesn't reach for them now. won't force his presence on jesse until he knows he wants him here. he can wait, and he does, silent. jesse understands what he's said, and the question he'd asked, there isn't any need to clarify further.
in andyr's eyes, he'd done nothing to deserve admiration, or respect, from jesse. jesse'd always been the one saving him, and when they'd gone to fetch him from the city, it was ronan that did all the talking, kind words and soft sentiments, and andyr was there as muscle. he wanted to help, of course, but this isn't something he does well. even with ronan and adam, andyr always feels like he starts more problems than he solves. so it would be reasonable, if jesse told him to go.
what he gets, instead, is the man rolling into his side, burrowing up against his chest, and letting out a heart wrenching sob. when he first moves, it seems like he's about to be shoves, and andyr tenses up, so it takes him a second or two to realize, no. jesse's curling up against him instead. it reminds him of adam, and the nightmare he'd woken himself from, a mess of crying and fears and guilt. gradually, andyr's arms come up to encircle him, one around his back, palm rubbing up and down over his spine, and the other cupping the back of his head, hugging him close to his chest, cheek rested on his hair.]
I got you, I'm here. [ and murmurs quietly, stroking over his hair. ] I'm not going anywhere, and neither are you.