[She allows him her hand, the other moving to wrap around his head when he rests it on her shoulder. The tails from her montrals are warm against his cheek, and she doesn't bother to warn him not to lay on them, lest they go numb. She delicately and uncertainty runs her fingers through hair that is so much longer and wavier than she remembers. Affection is not entirely foreign to her, but she can never tell if something feels correct or not. She tries not to think about it too hard, particularly when he lifts his head to dry his tears.
When Ahsoka looks up for him, there is clear concern -- a certain sad understanding that her presence doesn't substitute for the one he is looking for. She had felt it while he was asleep, and while others had come and tried to comfort her. Her thumb smooths carefully over metal almost shyly. After all, affection of this sort was meant to be forbidden among their kind.
But they had never been very good at following the rules.]
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When Ahsoka looks up for him, there is clear concern -- a certain sad understanding that her presence doesn't substitute for the one he is looking for. She had felt it while he was asleep, and while others had come and tried to comfort her. Her thumb smooths carefully over metal almost shyly. After all, affection of this sort was meant to be forbidden among their kind.
But they had never been very good at following the rules.]
I'm glad you're ok.