[Karamatsu closes his eyes, feeling a brick sink into the pit of his stomach as Osomatsu leans forward against him, crying. It's...a eerily familiar feeling, if only because that very night he'd dreamed of similar, except Osomatsu was screaming at him instead while he tried to calm him down. Karamatsu isn't used to being the rock, at least not for Osomatsu of all things.
And yet, he grips him a bit tighter anyway, letting Osomatsu lean on him for as long as he needs to.
He can't promise Osomatsu that. And he thinks Osomatsu knows it, too.]
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And yet, he grips him a bit tighter anyway, letting Osomatsu lean on him for as long as he needs to.
He can't promise Osomatsu that. And he thinks Osomatsu knows it, too.]
We are going to be alright, Brother. Somehow.