[So Yurick is here, but that wasn't - oh, Hell. That was Nagisa, finally breaking down.
The guilt Jonathan feels is compounded by a sense that it's selfish to assume this is his fault, but he can't rid himself of the thought that if he hadn't put so much on Nagisa's shoulders he wouldn't be hiding here. Somewhere here. It takes him a bit to make his way through the stacks, peering around every shelf, before he finds the corner where his brother is curled up.
On the way, he passes Yurick, and motions at him to follow, only pausing long enough to know his eyes have met that singular gaze and that his gesture was seen. He knows he'll follow, even if it's only out of his own guilt.]
Hey. No apologies for tears, all right? Not someplace like this, and... and not anyplace else.
[Refusing to weep didn't seem to have saved Wind any regrets, anyway, and it didn't seem to have done anything good to his grandfather's friends, either. It had turned him into a monster-hunting machine, sure, but one running on rage that would spill over and burn even the people he cared about. He doesn't want to return to living like that.
Even knowing that, though he's still so very uncertain when it comes to how to comfort people who aren't - her. It probably shows in the way his hand settles featherlight on Nagisa's shoulder, and the way he gently slips it around to rub his back.]
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The guilt Jonathan feels is compounded by a sense that it's selfish to assume this is his fault, but he can't rid himself of the thought that if he hadn't put so much on Nagisa's shoulders he wouldn't be hiding here. Somewhere here. It takes him a bit to make his way through the stacks, peering around every shelf, before he finds the corner where his brother is curled up.
On the way, he passes Yurick, and motions at him to follow, only pausing long enough to know his eyes have met that singular gaze and that his gesture was seen. He knows he'll follow, even if it's only out of his own guilt.]
Hey. No apologies for tears, all right? Not someplace like this, and... and not anyplace else.
[Refusing to weep didn't seem to have saved Wind any regrets, anyway, and it didn't seem to have done anything good to his grandfather's friends, either. It had turned him into a monster-hunting machine, sure, but one running on rage that would spill over and burn even the people he cared about. He doesn't want to return to living like that.
Even knowing that, though he's still so very uncertain when it comes to how to comfort people who aren't - her. It probably shows in the way his hand settles featherlight on Nagisa's shoulder, and the way he gently slips it around to rub his back.]