He didn't budge when Aqua's hand found his shoulder, save to turn his head away slightly, but the touch did get his attention.
He'd only just begun to describe his experiences and already silence was trying to wedge its way back in between them. Part of the problem was one of the many reasons he'd put off filling her in on everything before: there was so much to say, he wasn't sure where he was supposed to start. He waited for her to reply, to prompt him in some manner. If there was something else she wanted to know specifically, that could possibly help him piece his story together and guarantee her curiosities about the past were satisfied.
No question or suggestion came, though. Instead, Terra found Aqua's arms suddenly wrapped around his middle. His body stiffened in her embrace. He stood very still, making no effort to struggle or pull away from his friend.
Thrown free of the sensation of being far outside his body, he was suddenly too aware of where he was and what was happening.
That was her face against his back, wasn't it?
And then he heard her voice -- or rather, felt it.
He stared down at her hands for what seemed like the longest time before he could muster up the nerve to slowly place one of his own hands over them.
Why was she apologizing? Why did she sound like that?
"There's nothing for you to be sorry about," he shook his head. Only a little more emotion edged into his tone, but he meant what he said with all his heart.
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He'd only just begun to describe his experiences and already silence was trying to wedge its way back in between them. Part of the problem was one of the many reasons he'd put off filling her in on everything before: there was so much to say, he wasn't sure where he was supposed to start. He waited for her to reply, to prompt him in some manner. If there was something else she wanted to know specifically, that could possibly help him piece his story together and guarantee her curiosities about the past were satisfied.
No question or suggestion came, though. Instead, Terra found Aqua's arms suddenly wrapped around his middle. His body stiffened in her embrace. He stood very still, making no effort to struggle or pull away from his friend.
Thrown free of the sensation of being far outside his body, he was suddenly too aware of where he was and what was happening.
That was her face against his back, wasn't it?
And then he heard her voice -- or rather, felt it.
He stared down at her hands for what seemed like the longest time before he could muster up the nerve to slowly place one of his own hands over them.
Why was she apologizing? Why did she sound like that?
"There's nothing for you to be sorry about," he shook his head. Only a little more emotion edged into his tone, but he meant what he said with all his heart.