[It takes a few minutes, but after a while, the boy's tears finally stop, his shuddering breathing slowly quieting down to normal. Face buried in Minato's shoulder, he doesn't look up for a long while, completely still and silent. He might have been mistaken for asleep if not for the way his fingers were still clenched tightly around the material of his pants, though his fists had stopped trembling in his lap.
After several more minutes, he finally shifts slightly, pulling his face away and looking down, in the opposite direction. Hastily, he brings up a hand, wiping the traces of his breakdown away on his sleeve, still silent, and continues to keep his face hidden, scrubbing at his eyes.
There's nothing to say. He's never been in this kind of situation before, and he's completely at a loss. He wants to apologize for letting anyone see him like this, but he knows Minato wouldn't accept it. He wants to say thank you, but that doesn't even begin to cover it. He's exhausted, emotionally and mentally, and words just aren't coming to him, so he sits there awkwardly cleaning his face and says nothing.
But he doesn't move away, Minato's arm still around his shoulders.]
[commentlog \o/] A book-shaped one? ...and wasn't that kinda the point? LOL XD;
After several more minutes, he finally shifts slightly, pulling his face away and looking down, in the opposite direction. Hastily, he brings up a hand, wiping the traces of his breakdown away on his sleeve, still silent, and continues to keep his face hidden, scrubbing at his eyes.
There's nothing to say. He's never been in this kind of situation before, and he's completely at a loss. He wants to apologize for letting anyone see him like this, but he knows Minato wouldn't accept it. He wants to say thank you, but that doesn't even begin to cover it. He's exhausted, emotionally and mentally, and words just aren't coming to him, so he sits there awkwardly cleaning his face and says nothing.
But he doesn't move away, Minato's arm still around his shoulders.]