[Not that obvious. It's Cassel, after all; he's not used to this kind of request from anyone. Touch has, in the past, conveyed threat. It's one of the strangest things he's experienced here, the idea that it might not.]
[But even Zane - there was threat, once, but it wasn't touch. It was the kind of thing that ripped him apart on the inside but left him intact for everyone to see. Other than that, the control has been Cassel's.]
[Zane looks fine. But he's not.]
[Cassel is ill-equipped to give this kind of comfort, and he knows it. But he's the one who sees, and he's the one who's here. He made Zane upset, or at least contributed. So it's his responsibility.]
[He looks at him, questioning and confused, only for a second, and then closes the gap: scoots sideways and lets his head rest lightly on Zane's shoulder.]
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[But even Zane - there was threat, once, but it wasn't touch. It was the kind of thing that ripped him apart on the inside but left him intact for everyone to see. Other than that, the control has been Cassel's.]
[Zane looks fine. But he's not.]
[Cassel is ill-equipped to give this kind of comfort, and he knows it. But he's the one who sees, and he's the one who's here. He made Zane upset, or at least contributed. So it's his responsibility.]
[He looks at him, questioning and confused, only for a second, and then closes the gap: scoots sideways and lets his head rest lightly on Zane's shoulder.]