[Ken doesn't say a word. He notices the difference in Jaime's embrace today. He'd even anticipated it and had hoped for it, that if he called Jaime out like this where nobody else was watching, his friend would let him be privy to this small display of sadness. And in return Ken shows his too, in the way his hands curl in the fabric of Jaime's shirt and he holds him as close as he can, holding on tightly.
Ken dislikes loss. It frightens him, in fact, and some nights he lies awake dreading sleep for fear of waking up to discover all his loved ones gone. He lies awake wondering if there was anything he missed saying that day, and he lies awake trembling with the realization that he'll never be able to say everything he wants. He's afraid that one day he'll knock on the door of Heropa 15 and not recognize anybody, just as he was surprised by Kareen Vorbarra when he visited De Chima to clean up after Akihiko and Shinjiro and she opened the door.
He buries his face in Jaime's shoulder and breathes slowly, focusing on his presence.]
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Ken dislikes loss. It frightens him, in fact, and some nights he lies awake dreading sleep for fear of waking up to discover all his loved ones gone. He lies awake wondering if there was anything he missed saying that day, and he lies awake trembling with the realization that he'll never be able to say everything he wants. He's afraid that one day he'll knock on the door of Heropa 15 and not recognize anybody, just as he was surprised by Kareen Vorbarra when he visited De Chima to clean up after Akihiko and Shinjiro and she opened the door.
He buries his face in Jaime's shoulder and breathes slowly, focusing on his presence.]
Hey, Jaime-san.