[He wants to argue with that, but he can't, really. There might be other people out there who would get it, but it's not like they'd necessarily know. All he has is:] Yeah, but you know it, at least. [It doesn't feel like much.
He turns when Emery moves to sit down, hands in his pockets, trying to figure out what he's supposed to do here. Comforting isn't necessarily his strong suit. Distraction, sure, but not comfort. And he can't exactly offer the same distractions he used to.
(Well, he could, but he'd really prefer not to suffer the humiliation of his soulmate turning him down today, thanks.)
After a few moments, Kevin moves to sit next to him. Not quite touching, but close enough that it wouldn't take much, if Emery's looking for the relief. He figures he probably won't take it, clearly doesn't want to be that close -- he's probably only in this room in the first place because of how much more it would hurt if he left. What a fucking choice to ask someone to make. Privacy and pain, or give up one to get rid of the other.]
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He turns when Emery moves to sit down, hands in his pockets, trying to figure out what he's supposed to do here. Comforting isn't necessarily his strong suit. Distraction, sure, but not comfort. And he can't exactly offer the same distractions he used to.
(Well, he could, but he'd really prefer not to suffer the humiliation of his soulmate turning him down today, thanks.)
After a few moments, Kevin moves to sit next to him. Not quite touching, but close enough that it wouldn't take much, if Emery's looking for the relief. He figures he probably won't take it, clearly doesn't want to be that close -- he's probably only in this room in the first place because of how much more it would hurt if he left. What a fucking choice to ask someone to make. Privacy and pain, or give up one to get rid of the other.]