[It's a soft, base kind of instinct that makes him put his hand against the back of Sleepy Ash's shoulder when he curls forwards and leans towards him. The kind of comfort he might have offered to Kuro, had he met him in such a state. Keeping himself crouched in mid-air doesn't seem to be bothering him at all, and nor does it bother him to lower his knees down to the ground when Sleepy Ash finally looks up at him.
Of course he can see it all. The pain and resignation. The numb despair. He's seen that kind of look before.
He isn't sure why he reaches out, and though the motion is hesitant he brushes the backs of his fingers to the other's jaw line. It only lasts for a moment before he pulls his hand back again.]
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Of course he can see it all. The pain and resignation. The numb despair. He's seen that kind of look before.
He isn't sure why he reaches out, and though the motion is hesitant he brushes the backs of his fingers to the other's jaw line. It only lasts for a moment before he pulls his hand back again.]
Is Kuro safe? [Wait.
Why did he ask that?
His brow twitches in a small frown.]
What is it that you want?