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Pressed tight to Cujo, Sansy still didn’t say much save for a few mumbled words of apology that he murmured into the other skeleton’s shoulder. He just kept holding on. He could do that. And he really needed to ground himself again.
“shhh. it’s okay. don’t cry, love. i shouldn’t have run off-- m’sorry--”
A few more soft breaths. He was entangled hopelessly in the other skeleton’s arms now, unmoving and eyes shut. It was going to be okay, he repeated in his head. He would figure out a way to deal with this, like he did with everything else. He’d keep Cujo safe.
“you’re going to be all right. i’m so sorry. shhh... please...”
Sansy followed his gaze back to his own face and he blue stains on his cheekbones. Oh. He wiped them off on the shoulder of his own coat, smiling unsteadily; why did he have to start crying? Stupid. Crying made everything worse.... He sniffed the last of the choked-up tone out of his voice.
“i shouldn’t’ve-- mmm, y’don’t need to look at me like that. see? i’m fine. not your fault. i just thought of something else and it made me cry... it’s nothing...”
....Unconvincing, but he tried. He still didn’t want to let go of the red alt’s shoulders.
“i- i don’t know-- i’m just glad you’re still safe, cujo.”
