[He has to breathe in, because the anger is tight in his chest, waiting to burst. His skin has stopped crawling, and he though he's aware of their surroundings - he's always aware - he concentrates only on the boy rocking himself on his bed.
He considers the things he could say, and he has the breath to say them, knows how to form the words. Instead he holds Cassel's gaze for a long moment, then leans in to hug him. Hearing it's not your fault does nothing. They're both liars. They know how easy lying is. And they now how difficult contact can be.]
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He considers the things he could say, and he has the breath to say them, knows how to form the words. Instead he holds Cassel's gaze for a long moment, then leans in to hug him. Hearing it's not your fault does nothing. They're both liars. They know how easy lying is. And they now how difficult contact can be.]