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[If he felt like he could pull it off without hurting himself, he'd vault over the fucking bar. As it is, he has a moment of horrendous panic, cold and sick in his gut. This--this is not Izunia. Even with the exhaustion, the only other times he'd sounded even close to this was arguably when he'd confessed to not knowing what to do, angry and confused and lost, and--

Please help me.

Maybe helping someone who is at least half a genocidal vengeful monster is going to get him killed one of these days, but damn if that's going to stop him now, coming around the bar so it's not in the damn way. Doesn't hesitate to press a kiss into Ardyn's hair and pull him into a hug, to tuck Ardyn's head under his chin and hold tight.]