[Jehan flinched slightly and breathed out the word 'oh' in surprise at Albert's reaction. After a moment's pause, gingerly, he went to sit back down across from him on the grass.
The protest sounded emphatic enough for him not to bother questioning it. While Jehan had an awful, looming feeling that he could only be bound to make this worse, maybe being alone was truly the worst thing for someone grieving.
He hoped Albert could forgive him for being no more useful than simply being there.]
...Of course. I do understand.
[After all, he hadn't come to terms with the deaths of his friends either yet; or even his own.
After another momentary pause, he'd reach across to the tea service, plucked up a napkin and offered that to him lightly. Since Albert's eyes were already wet, for a third time during their conversation...]
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The protest sounded emphatic enough for him not to bother questioning it. While Jehan had an awful, looming feeling that he could only be bound to make this worse, maybe being alone was truly the worst thing for someone grieving.
He hoped Albert could forgive him for being no more useful than simply being there.]
...Of course. I do understand.
[After all, he hadn't come to terms with the deaths of his friends either yet; or even his own.
After another momentary pause, he'd reach across to the tea service, plucked up a napkin and offered that to him lightly. Since Albert's eyes were already wet, for a third time during their conversation...]
There's no shame in crying. I find it helps.