benevolentxlight replied to your post: When Eraqus caught a glimpse of the other boy, he didn't hesitate. Strong, lengthy strides allowed him to catch up with ease, bare arms draping around Xehanort's shoulders from behind and cinching tightly onto his form. His hold refused to release, eyes clamped shut as the boy's head drops into an empty shoulder. This is a far different greeting than usual, all of the keybearer's usual energy drained from his being.
With that, his grip only tightened. His entire frame crumbled, his weight falling entirely upon Xehanort. Soon enough, his chest shook as a soft sob made its escape, fingers curling tightly into whatever fabric they could find. “—Shut up.”
He wasn't quite sure... what had happened. Was he gone for awhile, again? Time travel made everything so distorted. Did he go comatose after his return? No--he'd... seen Eraqus, didn't he? He gently rubs his head with his free arm, trying to get memories sorted out. Obviously something had happened, just...
"Eraqus," his tone's calm, cold, cuts through the air with ease. "What's the matter? This isn't like you... did I do something to you? Is Master all right?"
