[Maybe around the time King started cry? He feels bad about the silvery tears he's leaving-those have to leave worse stains than normal-but right now, really? He doesn't give a shit. This is his brother, and he needs to be there for him.
He's pulling him into the hug now. He doesn't care if he doesn't get hugged back now, or if Caleb tries to attack again. He needs this.]
It'll be okay. It'll be okay...
[He's speaking as soothingly as possible as he rubs his paws in a circle on Caleb's back. He's not leaving you here. Not like this. They're leaving here. Together.]
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He's pulling him into the hug now. He doesn't care if he doesn't get hugged back now, or if Caleb tries to attack again. He needs this.]
It'll be okay. It'll be okay...
[He's speaking as soothingly as possible as he rubs his paws in a circle on Caleb's back. He's not leaving you here. Not like this. They're leaving here. Together.]