Under nearly any other circumstances, Devin would not allow X to come anywhere this close. As it stands now, he both wants to push X away and collapse into his hold, and the tension between those results in him simply not moving.
Aside from the chest-aching shudders that are clearly his attempt at containing the swell of emotion that X is feeling too, that is. It helps that Devin doesn't need to say a word, as much as X knowing intimately how he's feeling is also more than Devin is equipped to deal with right now.
You're not alone. Not here, not now. People had come to his aid, and Devin isn't sure what he's done to deserve it. People had also been put at risk or harmed because of him. The rational part of him tries to remind Devin that Bobby had attacked strangers in their home world, that friendship only made the wounds worse for him as much as it made them targets.
The certainty of needing allies at his back to destroy her when he goes back feels like ice in his stomach. The hunters already insisted on that truth despite the likelihood that they'll become fodder. He needs them more than they need him, and in ways he can't bear to acknowledge yet. Devin has never really learned to deal with grief.
He shakes his head and ignores the probability that tears have escaped him. It's all too much to even consider in this moment. She's gone, and Aifaran is safe from her. The slightest lean into X is a much larger concession than the short distance would imply.
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Aside from the chest-aching shudders that are clearly his attempt at containing the swell of emotion that X is feeling too, that is. It helps that Devin doesn't need to say a word, as much as X knowing intimately how he's feeling is also more than Devin is equipped to deal with right now.
You're not alone. Not here, not now. People had come to his aid, and Devin isn't sure what he's done to deserve it. People had also been put at risk or harmed because of him. The rational part of him tries to remind Devin that Bobby had attacked strangers in their home world, that friendship only made the wounds worse for him as much as it made them targets.
The certainty of needing allies at his back to destroy her when he goes back feels like ice in his stomach. The hunters already insisted on that truth despite the likelihood that they'll become fodder. He needs them more than they need him, and in ways he can't bear to acknowledge yet. Devin has never really learned to deal with grief.
He shakes his head and ignores the probability that tears have escaped him. It's all too much to even consider in this moment. She's gone, and Aifaran is safe from her. The slightest lean into X is a much larger concession than the short distance would imply.