[A long whine leaves him, eyes squinting, which only prove to release more tears down either sides of his face. The General, in all his stubborn need to hide these emotions, thoughts, frustrations, realizes that he needed to just accept what was currently happening. And what that was, was that he didn't need to speak, he didn't need to point out his wrongs, or flaws, or bring attention to what just had run through his mind when the knife snapped. What he accepted in this moment was how obvious it was that those problems didn't matter to Darkleer, and that the blue blood was just choosing to accept whatever ills Summoner had in that moment.]
[It was that he was comfortable like this, that it was warm, and welcoming, and that he was for a moment, all right with crying like this.]
[It was that he wanted to-- and did-- just curl forward into the other, allowing himself to sob in the same fashion he had been doing alone every time a trigger had occurred, every time a voice echoed in his mind, or he woke up in a cold sweat after trying to just get some sleep for once.]
[Lysunder was thankful he didn't have to speak, and was thankful Darkleer was there, not trying to solve Summoner's problems, or help him solve them with some outside influence, but just accepting them as they were.]
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[It was that he was comfortable like this, that it was warm, and welcoming, and that he was for a moment, all right with crying like this.]
[It was that he wanted to-- and did-- just curl forward into the other, allowing himself to sob in the same fashion he had been doing alone every time a trigger had occurred, every time a voice echoed in his mind, or he woke up in a cold sweat after trying to just get some sleep for once.]
[Lysunder was thankful he didn't have to speak, and was thankful Darkleer was there, not trying to solve Summoner's problems, or help him solve them with some outside influence, but just accepting them as they were.]