The distance between the two is short, a mere couple steps away. He doesn't know what to do, or to say. He doesn't know how this will end, how they could possibly rectify this, where this is going to take them.
Right now, though, he doesn't need to know.
All he needs to know is how to move across those meager few steps, how to move those long arms of his, none of the grace or reluctance of his day-to-day to be found in their movements, and how to move them to Martin's shoulders.
He isn't often trying to navigate being shorter than the people he encounters, and he's even less often prone to hugging. Yet, here he is now, doing both with a spring-loaded step at Martin's first sob, looping his arms around his shoulders and holding him as tightly as he's able to manage.
Anything else he needs to know to unwind this mess of a situation, he can know it later; in this very moment, the embrace is the only thing that he needs.
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Right now, though, he doesn't need to know.
All he needs to know is how to move across those meager few steps, how to move those long arms of his, none of the grace or reluctance of his day-to-day to be found in their movements, and how to move them to Martin's shoulders.
He isn't often trying to navigate being shorter than the people he encounters, and he's even less often prone to hugging. Yet, here he is now, doing both with a spring-loaded step at Martin's first sob, looping his arms around his shoulders and holding him as tightly as he's able to manage.
Anything else he needs to know to unwind this mess of a situation, he can know it later; in this very moment, the embrace is the only thing that he needs.