Send my muse a symbol, to see how my muse would touch yours, if...
ε:…they were trying to calm/sooth your muse.
Not quite as cocky as it usually was, but still a confident, small smile on his face as he approached, slowly reaching out to gently place a hand on her arm, lightly rubbing with his thumb. Then, he continued getting closer until he could shift his position to lean against her from the side, sliding the arm around her shoulder and pulling her in a bit, moving his hand up and down the upper arm slightly in a slow, even rhythm.
She hadn’t expected to burst into tears and especially not in front of the thief. Still, she couldn’t have helped it and felt embarrassed. However, the embarrassment turned to deep sighing once he began to try to calm her down. Sobs had wracked her frame, causing her to feel weaker than she actually was or at least than she would like to appear. Keeping the silence between them, she looked into his eyes, her own blurry with tears.
Kid’s eyes softened a touch when she looked at him before his free hand came up to gently brush some of the wetness off of her face, staying close and offering as much comfort as he could afford to give. No wariness right now. He didn’t feel that there should be any when she clearly needed someone.
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