[It's not forcing the issue if Jonathan just does gently settle his arm around Nagisa's shoulders, is it? He's not going to yank him close or something, but... it feels wrong to just sit there while he weeps, not offering anything.
Damn it all. Damn it all to hell. His own eyes are burning like he ought to be crying, but he can't... that's nothing new, though. Not when he's confronted with other people's suffering and can't change a bit of it. There's nothing you can do about things that have already happened, and when it's anything else, he's fine with that. When it's something that leaves somebody grieving, though....
He sighs, softly, and leans his head back against the wall, letting his eyes fall closed. He sits silent for a while. Then... it's very quiet, as though he doesn't realize he's doing it (and, well, he doesn't), but he's definitely humming something. It's an old tune he heard as a little kid. Once upon a time, he didn't hate the man whose resurrection Marie had offered him; once upon a time, that melody had meant he was safe. Once upon a time, he could just be quietly sad like this without exhausting himself first. Thinking about his father still makes him angry, but right now, that anger is swallowed up by the frustrated, heartsick kind that seems to be drowning him now that he's heard what Nagisa went through even before this corner of hell.]
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Damn it all. Damn it all to hell. His own eyes are burning like he ought to be crying, but he can't... that's nothing new, though. Not when he's confronted with other people's suffering and can't change a bit of it. There's nothing you can do about things that have already happened, and when it's anything else, he's fine with that. When it's something that leaves somebody grieving, though....
He sighs, softly, and leans his head back against the wall, letting his eyes fall closed. He sits silent for a while. Then... it's very quiet, as though he doesn't realize he's doing it (and, well, he doesn't), but he's definitely humming something. It's an old tune he heard as a little kid. Once upon a time, he didn't hate the man whose resurrection Marie had offered him; once upon a time, that melody had meant he was safe. Once upon a time, he could just be quietly sad like this without exhausting himself first. Thinking about his father still makes him angry, but right now, that anger is swallowed up by the frustrated, heartsick kind that seems to be drowning him now that he's heard what Nagisa went through even before this corner of hell.]