[ Sam holds himself still, stance loose and open, as he does his best to ignore what Shiro's putting off. It ain't fair to be picking up on the guy's thoughts and emotions like this, even when Sam could probably do it pretty damn well without the mental link. Especially when he could do it without the mental link, actually.
Best he can do is keep on breathing, let Shiro sort through everything that's going on in his head, and keep himself a blank slate so he doesn't cause any kind of feedback loop.
When Shiro gives him a nod, Sam moves in the last few inches, curling his hand around the guy's shoulder - the nonmetal one - to pull him in for a hug. The second he touches Shiro, he's hit with a wave of exhaustion - goddamn when was the last time Shiro actually slept - but he pushes past it, because hell that only makes him more convinced that Shiro could really use some help. ]
You're not alone. You can let go a little, all right, just for a minute. I promise you the world ain't gonna end, that whatever you've got on your shoulders isn't gonna come crashing down, that no one's gonna know but you and me.
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Best he can do is keep on breathing, let Shiro sort through everything that's going on in his head, and keep himself a blank slate so he doesn't cause any kind of feedback loop.
When Shiro gives him a nod, Sam moves in the last few inches, curling his hand around the guy's shoulder - the nonmetal one - to pull him in for a hug. The second he touches Shiro, he's hit with a wave of exhaustion - goddamn when was the last time Shiro actually slept - but he pushes past it, because hell that only makes him more convinced that Shiro could really use some help. ]
You're not alone. You can let go a little, all right, just for a minute. I promise you the world ain't gonna end, that whatever you've got on your shoulders isn't gonna come crashing down, that no one's gonna know but you and me.