[He could feel his breath hitching, feelings he'd been trying so hard to swallow nearly overslowing. Josh's grip on his arm was like a blow to his chest - he didn't deserve this support. He knew that if he opened his mouth now, he wouldn't be able to form words.
So instead he nodded, attempting and failing a smile.
And then he leaned forward, wrapping his arms around the man not to give another hug, but to receive one. Oboro let his face press into the fabric of Josh's shirt and squeezed his eyes shut. To keep himself together.
After the rise and fall of his chest calmed, he'd reply.] Thank you.
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So instead he nodded, attempting and failing a smile.
And then he leaned forward, wrapping his arms around the man not to give another hug, but to receive one. Oboro let his face press into the fabric of Josh's shirt and squeezed his eyes shut. To keep himself together.
After the rise and fall of his chest calmed, he'd reply.] Thank you.