Jae-ha's expression crumbles - and he's glad that she can't see it. There's a moment of sincere weakness, the utter feeling of what do I do that overtakes him, before he can only do what comes natural. One arm wraps around her back, the other moves to run fingers through hair soothingly as he curls around her, as if that'll be able to protect her from any more harm that this world will try to inflict.]
... I'm here. I'm sorry.
[That much he repeats softly, but sincerely, shutting his eyes as he holds her.]
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Jae-ha's expression crumbles - and he's glad that she can't see it. There's a moment of sincere weakness, the utter feeling of what do I do that overtakes him, before he can only do what comes natural. One arm wraps around her back, the other moves to run fingers through hair soothingly as he curls around her, as if that'll be able to protect her from any more harm that this world will try to inflict.]
... I'm here. I'm sorry.
[That much he repeats softly, but sincerely, shutting his eyes as he holds her.]