[ This is a 10/10 hug... And probably something Rutile really needed. He sighs, squeezing Aerith back. There's a faint sense of exhaustion in his heart—being away from home kind of sucks, but the warmth is like a bandage. He's glad he's making friends, regardless.
When it's the right time to pull back, Rutile does, but he still keeps a hold on Aerith. He offers her a small smile. ]
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When it's the right time to pull back, Rutile does, but he still keeps a hold on Aerith. He offers her a small smile. ]
How have you managed so far?
[ You know. With the deaths. ]