[He starts at the hug, jumping a little at the sudden lunge and grab. It's his first instinct to fight, to struggle against the clinch and melt again into the shadows where he has an advantage. But this isn't an attack, that slowly unfurling knot of memory has to remind him, it's...
It's something he hasn't felt in all his nineteen years. Or longer, he can't tell. He was in Vatheon after he died at first but before he'd been recalled to his Master's side, but it's all a jumble now, it's not the order things are supposed to be in and his mind trips over it and stumbles.
But he does know this, regardless of time out of order. This is family.
One he'd forgotten he'd had.
Slowly Sola brings his arms up to curl in his adopted father's clothes, lowering his head to bury his face against the troll's neck. As emotional as he is, he doesn't cry, but his shoulders shake a little under the weight of guilt.]
I'm sorry
[It's a whisper, lost in the fabric of Sufferer's shirt.]
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It's something he hasn't felt in all his nineteen years. Or longer, he can't tell. He was in Vatheon after he died at first but before he'd been recalled to his Master's side, but it's all a jumble now, it's not the order things are supposed to be in and his mind trips over it and stumbles.
But he does know this, regardless of time out of order. This is family.
One he'd forgotten he'd had.
Slowly Sola brings his arms up to curl in his adopted father's clothes, lowering his head to bury his face against the troll's neck. As emotional as he is, he doesn't cry, but his shoulders shake a little under the weight of guilt.]
I'm sorry
[It's a whisper, lost in the fabric of Sufferer's shirt.]