a dimension of mind;

[cellblocked.livejournal.com]

[baaawww, there he goes, silent tears trickling down his face as he sniffs them away on a couch]

M'not a very g-good friend. H-have to b'come st-stronger.

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[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

[comes up to the couch, settling next to the crying boy. carefully, he wraps an arm around his shoulders]

H-hey, little one... what's the matter?

[memory-forger.livejournal.com]

[Sits down, looking concerned. And thinking of a reason why everyone is crying these days.]

What happened?

[cellblocked.livejournal.com]

[flinches, looking up with a frightened expression]

S-sorry. M'sorry.

[rubs at his eyes weakly]

[cellblocked.livejournal.com]

C-couldn't help m'f-friend. H-he's sick or som'thing.

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

[blinks, very confused]

For...? You haven't done anything, little one.

[cellblocked.livejournal.com]

[just... breaks down in tears again, hugging the other]

[memory-forger.livejournal.com]

Which friend? [hands him a light blue handkerchief]

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

[wraps his arms around the sobbing boy, tugging him into his lap, cradling him against his chest. rubbing his back soothingly, he whispered soft words of nonsense into his ear]

[cellblocked.livejournal.com]

[takes it gratefully]

Th-the m-m-me who c-coughs up b-blood.

[wipes away at his tears with the handkerchief]

Th-thank you

[cellblocked.livejournal.com]

M-m'sorry

[memory-forger.livejournal.com]

[Sighs] There's so many of you guys, I can't even tell who you're talking about. Is he still in bad condition?

[cellblocked.livejournal.com]

[n-nods]

S-sorry

[memory-forger.livejournal.com]

What are you saying sorry for?

...how bad is it?

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

What happened, little one?

[cellblocked.livejournal.com]

H-he won't st-stop throwing up b-b-blood.

[cellblocked.livejournal.com]

F-friend of m-mine is sick a-and k-k-keeps thrown' up b-blood.

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

Oh god...

[he doesn't know what to do or say... whenever things like that happened back home, it usually meant the end of the line]

[cellblocked.livejournal.com]

[and judging from the reaction, it can't be good, so he cries even harder, face buried in the other's chest]

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

[holds him all the tighter, moving a hand up to Roxas' hair, stroking gently]

H-hey... it's okay...

[cellblocked.livejournal.com]

[sniffles, hugging him tight]

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

[kisses his forehead, trying his best to be comforting though he feels way out of his league with the crying youth in his arms]

[cellblocked.livejournal.com]

M'sorry. M'cryin' a-all over-over you

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

Don't worry about it, kiddo.

I have an one-year-old son back home. He cries, spits up, and pees all over the place.

[cellblocked.livejournal.com]

[l-laughs slightly at that]

K-kay

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

[pokes Roxas' cheek]

I'm sure he'll be fine, little one... I know it's scary, but as long as he knows you care, things should work out.