Feb 18, morning, video

[daimondai]

 [The view comes in on Masaru's face. The camera is a little unsteady- he's doing this one handed with a to-go cardboard coffee holder in the other hand. Those watching can probably recognize the Clinic behind him]

Hey, has anyone seen Gabe? I've been settling things from when I went home and finally managed to get back to work and he's not even here!

[He flops down  on the sidewalk and leans against the building, feet bopping with pent up energy]

Guess I'll wait for a little bit. Stupid Doc is probably passed out somewhere like a bum. If I'm late to my patrol because of him HE'S gonna be the one hit with a clipboard!

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[thewarisover]

[...

Walking over, and reaching out to turn Masaru around and give him a hug.]

[daimondai]

[He struggles against the movement at first, stubborn and willful. But it doesn't take long for him to hide his face in Roy's shoulder and openly cry.]

Sh-shit...

[thewarisover]

[And he held on, of course, saying nothing, offering just his presence.

Hopefully it'll be enough. This never, ever got easier.]

[daimondai]

[The fit is short but strong, and by the time Masaru lets gone Roy's shoulder is likely covered in goopy wet mess. When he steps back he sets at once to rubbing at his eyes and playing it off]

...sorry.

[thewarisover]

Don't be.

[Smiling, withdrawing just a bit with a pat to Masaru's back, offering him a handkerchief.]

[daimondai]

[He takes the offer, making a few rather rude noises into it]

Ugh. This is stupid.

[thewarisover]

It's how you feel. Feelings aren't stupid.