[It's worse than he'd expected, than Stephen had been projecting, and perhaps he should have seen that sooner. Still, instinct instructs without thought. Door closed behind him, the pack containing the few items he had picked up left on the table, Takeshi steps into Stephen just as the final piece of that crumpling resolve collapses. There to catch him in the fall, pull him in against him.
The breadth and strength of his body is bolster and shield, care absolute and unequivocal in the cup of his palm to the curve of Stephen's skull, the kiss he presses to his temple. The quiet he leaves empty of hollow platitudes, open for how or when Stephen chooses to fill it.]
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The breadth and strength of his body is bolster and shield, care absolute and unequivocal in the cup of his palm to the curve of Stephen's skull, the kiss he presses to his temple. The quiet he leaves empty of hollow platitudes, open for how or when Stephen chooses to fill it.]