[Truthfully, Ryou wouldn't have judged him even for that 'real self'. Not knowing about it, however, he simply lets him cling as long as he wants, slim fingers stroking through his hair and rubbing his back to try to comfort him. It was its own reward, bringing comfort to someone who obviously needed it.
Loneliness was a curse, and this boy had obviously had his share of it despite the angel's presence.]
Come on. You don't have to let go, but let's get you cleaned up.
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Loneliness was a curse, and this boy had obviously had his share of it despite the angel's presence.]
Come on. You don't have to let go, but let's get you cleaned up.