( Deserving... him? He's nothing anyone can "deserve", unless it's in the form of a punishment. Nothing of value, nothing—
Azula embraces him, and his thoughts vanish completely. His face flushes temporarily in embarrassment at the motion, but that too fades as he wraps his arms around her in return. He's careful, cautious, and tries not to add any more pressure or pain to her injuries. Dream or not, it still hurts, as he's learned...
Is he really a good person to comfort like this? He has no idea, but she still reached out for him. At her back, his fingers curl carefully into a few loose strands of her hair, and he stares up, away, trying not to think too hard.
Despite his own awkwardness and inability to be a good comfort, he knows he's relieved that she's crying for him. Maybe that means he's helping? Maybe that means she'll be okay? )
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Azula embraces him, and his thoughts vanish completely. His face flushes temporarily in embarrassment at the motion, but that too fades as he wraps his arms around her in return. He's careful, cautious, and tries not to add any more pressure or pain to her injuries. Dream or not, it still hurts, as he's learned...
Is he really a good person to comfort like this? He has no idea, but she still reached out for him. At her back, his fingers curl carefully into a few loose strands of her hair, and he stares up, away, trying not to think too hard.
Despite his own awkwardness and inability to be a good comfort, he knows he's relieved that she's crying for him. Maybe that means he's helping? Maybe that means she'll be okay? )