[ Kristoff stills when he feels Mako grab onto his hand, staring down at them for a moment, his brows wrinkling just slightly. He hates how hot his skin feels, even more so than usual, and the worry and guilt it pulls out of him in the process.
He forces himself to look back at Mako's face, just in time for the thank you, and he can't stop from giving a few owlish blinks at first, because he still isn't sure how to accept gratitude gracefully yet. He finally settles on giving him a reassuring smile, returning the squeeze to his hand firmly. ]
Anytime. [ And he means that, wholeheartedly. There's nothing that would ever stop him from helping Mako, save for Sodder messing with either of their heads.
He finally pulls his hand away from his slowly, straightening and pulling on his tunic to flatten out the wrinkles where it bunched up while he was leaning over. ]
Now sleep. I'll be back in a little while when the food's ready.
The weight of that settles over Mako like a blanket. It feels like a lot of responsibility, somehow, but he's too tired and too heartsick and too sick-sick to make sense of why.
So, for now.
For now, maybe it's okay to just accept it, and lie back, exhausted and grateful and still smiling, and nod. ] I won't go anywhere.
[ He really won't. He's too tired to go anywhere, and he doesn't want to make Kristoff worry any more than he absolutely has to.
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He forces himself to look back at Mako's face, just in time for the thank you, and he can't stop from giving a few owlish blinks at first, because he still isn't sure how to accept gratitude gracefully yet. He finally settles on giving him a reassuring smile, returning the squeeze to his hand firmly. ]
Anytime. [ And he means that, wholeheartedly. There's nothing that would ever stop him from helping Mako, save for Sodder messing with either of their heads.
He finally pulls his hand away from his slowly, straightening and pulling on his tunic to flatten out the wrinkles where it bunched up while he was leaning over. ]
Now sleep. I'll be back in a little while when the food's ready.
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The weight of that settles over Mako like a blanket. It feels like a lot of responsibility, somehow, but he's too tired and too heartsick and too sick-sick to make sense of why.
So, for now.
For now, maybe it's okay to just accept it, and lie back, exhausted and grateful and still smiling, and nod. ] I won't go anywhere.
[ He really won't. He's too tired to go anywhere, and he doesn't want to make Kristoff worry any more than he absolutely has to.
Yet. ]