Send me “It’s okay,” for my muse to react to your muse wrapping their arms them and telling them this.
Kouichi clutched, desperate into the arms that didn’t remember him, unable to stop tears from overflowing no matter the strength with which he tried to hold himself back or the composure he attempted to assert, showing he was alright -
His heart burned as hot as the emotion behind his eyes, squeezing around the other’s gentle, kind frame that offered a solace no matter how strange... Like coming home to a place that had been renovated, familiar and yet different. And, damn - Kouichi was sobbing with the fear that he had lost his best friend.
Ken’s memories reset; his Digital World rebooted and Kouichi couldn’t save him... except from the darkness that they technically did not share anymore. The warrior wiped his aching face and stretched away from the other’s hold, putting his heartbreak aside to declare himself staying by the other’s side.
But he couldn’t lift his head to allow them to see the shadows in his irises.