[stahn won't bring it up either; neither of them really needs to talk about the tears they're shedding right now.
stahn's are much fewer in comparison to the day before, but there's a spillover here from just how touched he is by leon's attempts to be there for him. he's sad and touched and he feels so warm all at the same time. even the way leon brushes his tears away feels so warm.
there's just something incredibly sincere about this moment. even with the sadness that hangs over them, even with how they're both trying so hard—there's still something about it all that spreads that warmth in stahn and makes him incredibly grateful for leon's place in his life. and for his own in leon's.
with his face still close to leon's, and an attempt to catch his own breath, just the barest trace of a smile forms on his lips. it's undoubtedly still laced with a certain kind of sorrow, but... there's still a lot of good to be had. there's a lot of good that remains in this world.]
We'll be okay. [he says it, quietly. stahn's sure they'll be okay, because they have each other. because they can lean on one another at their worst moments, and because they can count on each other for even the smallest of comforts when things get hard.]
We'll keep going... we'll stop Hugo... we'll get Marian back. We won't let anyone take away anything else important to us. [well, as much as can be possible—but it's not like stahn yet knows about what will become of rembrandt, ritora or the swordians in the future.]
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stahn's are much fewer in comparison to the day before, but there's a spillover here from just how touched he is by leon's attempts to be there for him. he's sad and touched and he feels so warm all at the same time. even the way leon brushes his tears away feels so warm.
there's just something incredibly sincere about this moment. even with the sadness that hangs over them, even with how they're both trying so hard—there's still something about it all that spreads that warmth in stahn and makes him incredibly grateful for leon's place in his life. and for his own in leon's.
with his face still close to leon's, and an attempt to catch his own breath, just the barest trace of a smile forms on his lips. it's undoubtedly still laced with a certain kind of sorrow, but... there's still a lot of good to be had. there's a lot of good that remains in this world.]
We'll be okay. [he says it, quietly. stahn's sure they'll be okay, because they have each other. because they can lean on one another at their worst moments, and because they can count on each other for even the smallest of comforts when things get hard.]
We'll keep going... we'll stop Hugo... we'll get Marian back. We won't let anyone take away anything else important to us. [well, as much as can be possible—but it's not like stahn yet knows about what will become of rembrandt, ritora or the swordians in the future.]