[Chivy only realizes he'd been holding his breath when he starts again — after the flinch, knowing that the initial reaction is what matters here, the last obstacle for the moment. His grip on the scarf is white-knuckled, but his hand is flat on Sefton's back, and while he may be squeezing a bit hard, it's hardly crushing. He closes his eyes, focused on breathing and the moment and not breaking down himself. Not that he can't, but this is a moment for support and that's just as much emotion to handle as the alternative and he's not sure he can manage both at once.]
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