[ Sefton shudders, holds still... then sobs. This safe is space for as long as he and Chivy hold it and he'll be damned if he squanders it. Part of him is practically crawling out of his skin to get away from the touch, while another marvels at the feel. His lack of power has put his touch out of whack and this is definitely the strangest sensation yet. The hand twisted up in the edge of his scarf moves up to wrap around Chivy's shoulder and grip at his side once he has enough control, holding him there as if there was even a thought of parting. While they don't often cling to each other like this, there's far too much practice in moving together for him to be overly concerned once he has his shakes under control. His hand spasms, again from the strange feeling, but tries to hold still after that.
The crying certainly doesn't stop for a while, and he refuses to move his hand away from his mouth as if worried for making too much sound in a library, but that's okay. He's been building it up for some time. ]
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The crying certainly doesn't stop for a while, and he refuses to move his hand away from his mouth as if worried for making too much sound in a library, but that's okay. He's been building it up for some time. ]