Home usually came with mixed emotions. Not today.
It wasn’t exactly relief that hit him when he stepped through the door though. Rather, a warm feeling of safety, allowing Paul to push the door closed with his back and just crumble down it with a heavy sigh. He had had an… interesting couple of days, and although one could say he’d made progress, there was still a lot on his mind. Things that couldn’t be resolved with his rival or Torterra alone.
And… no. He didn’t usually like this kind of affection. As a child, he had rushed into his brother’s arms all the time. But the further they grew apart, the more these hugs hurt him more than anything.
Today, Reiji was right. He needed it.
But the teenager didn’t say anything. He blinked into his brother’s shoulder, eye lashes tangling with every brush. He never knew where to start, but he was grateful. Grateful, even… for this silence.
"...." He didn't say a word, just clung to Paul and even very gently stroked the younger's hair, playing in it, he wondered what had happened? Who or what had turned his strong, wonderful brother into this broken heap and he worried, oh how he worried.
'Can I fix it this time?' there was always that fear that one day Paul would come in like this and he wouldn't be able to help, wouldn't be able to offer comfort or... No, he banished the thought, such errant ideas weren't for the current moment.
"Come on, kid... Big brother's going to make some hot chocolate, put on your favourite movie and we'll just sit and watch it together..." he whispered against the top of the other's head.
"Sound good? If you don't want to speak yet, just nod or shake your head."
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