[When Kaeya squeezes his hand like that, smiles at him, he lets out a breathless little half-laugh. He doesn't miss the tremble in the other man's voice and pulls him up into a sitting position to hug him tightly for several long moments.]
I'm sorry.
[Of all the words he might have chosen to say, those are the ones that come out. Something he should have said all those years ago instead of just leaving. Kaeya doesn't need to hear it now, not really, but he can't help but blurt it out as he presses his cheek against the top of the other man's hair and feels himself shaking.
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I'm sorry.
[Of all the words he might have chosen to say, those are the ones that come out. Something he should have said all those years ago instead of just leaving. Kaeya doesn't need to hear it now, not really, but he can't help but blurt it out as he presses his cheek against the top of the other man's hair and feels himself shaking.
He's fine. They're both fine.]
Come on, get up. You're going to catch a cold.