Nodo- Max. Sitting at one of the chairs, playing with his threads.
[Bits and pieces and it's muzzy, so very muzzy but this. This doesn't come as neatly, as cleanly as Katniss or as Isaac. Perhaps because those are the sorts of sentiment he could abide. Family he had grown to appreciate during the last months of the war. A life he has rent and been rent by? Something he has lived. This, though. This sweetness. This kindness. This stability and affection, that is not for a Crow to have.]
Sometimes I would- [He shifts his hands from Jack's shoulders to his waist, pulling him those last few inches closer, holding him tight as he shifts from one foot to the other. Rocking.] To help you along. You would snuffle into my shoulder and grumble.
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[Bits and pieces and it's muzzy, so very muzzy but this. This doesn't come as neatly, as cleanly as Katniss or as Isaac. Perhaps because those are the sorts of sentiment he could abide. Family he had grown to appreciate during the last months of the war. A life he has rent and been rent by? Something he has lived. This, though. This sweetness. This kindness. This stability and affection, that is not for a Crow to have.]
Sometimes I would- [He shifts his hands from Jack's shoulders to his waist, pulling him those last few inches closer, holding him tight as he shifts from one foot to the other. Rocking.] To help you along. You would snuffle into my shoulder and grumble.