Nah, these all happened before Giorno, everything he helped with didn't leave any--
[ He hadn't expected her to turn right away, for her to be comfortable to quickly that she would show him without question. She'd said that it was bad and truly he hadn't known what she'd meant by that and his breath caught in the back of his throat as he let his shirt drop back down over his chest.
It felt like there was too much for him to look at, his initial reaction one the same as when he'd read what had happened the first time. Seeing it was something completely different, almost feeling like he should be counting them and not wanting to at the same time. He remained breathless, distracted only when he noticed the trembling of her shoulders and that faint twitch of her wings. He hadn't realised he was doing it, reaching out to touch her back and trail his fingers over some of them; his chest tightening when he considered that it was something she might not be okay with.
Still, he didn't want to pull his hand back, at least not suddenly. He was afraid that she would get the wrong idea, that he was repulsed by what he was seeing and the truth was so far from that. She had endured so much, she had suffered and he felt a cold chill go down his spine the longer that he thought about it. Still he found himself letting those digits of his pull over her skin slowly, delicately before he pulled his hand away. ]
...Reimi...I...
[ He wanted to hold her, to try and comfort the way that she was shaking and to help put a cap on that apprehension that was coming off of her in waves. He wanted to cry for her, or with her, whatever she needed; she deserved to have someone be with her in this moment. Probably someone better than him, but he was what she had right now. ]
...christ, I'm so sorry. I...
[ He furrowed his brow, swallowing before speaking again and reaching out to rest his hand on her shoulder. ]
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[ He hadn't expected her to turn right away, for her to be comfortable to quickly that she would show him without question. She'd said that it was bad and truly he hadn't known what she'd meant by that and his breath caught in the back of his throat as he let his shirt drop back down over his chest.
It felt like there was too much for him to look at, his initial reaction one the same as when he'd read what had happened the first time. Seeing it was something completely different, almost feeling like he should be counting them and not wanting to at the same time. He remained breathless, distracted only when he noticed the trembling of her shoulders and that faint twitch of her wings. He hadn't realised he was doing it, reaching out to touch her back and trail his fingers over some of them; his chest tightening when he considered that it was something she might not be okay with.
Still, he didn't want to pull his hand back, at least not suddenly. He was afraid that she would get the wrong idea, that he was repulsed by what he was seeing and the truth was so far from that. She had endured so much, she had suffered and he felt a cold chill go down his spine the longer that he thought about it. Still he found himself letting those digits of his pull over her skin slowly, delicately before he pulled his hand away. ]
...Reimi...I...
[ He wanted to hold her, to try and comfort the way that she was shaking and to help put a cap on that apprehension that was coming off of her in waves. He wanted to cry for her, or with her, whatever she needed; she deserved to have someone be with her in this moment. Probably someone better than him, but he was what she had right now. ]
...christ, I'm so sorry. I...
[ He furrowed his brow, swallowing before speaking again and reaching out to rest his hand on her shoulder. ]
...hey, come here, okay?
[ JUST LET HIM HOLD YOU, GOD. ]