[It's a sharp fact, and Blake knows as much. He knows that Greed understands that ache, knows that he's struggled with the very same demons and for how much longer? It doesn't dull anything, just has Blake feeling less alone.
He lifts his gaze to look at his friend, to see his face and understand the recognition on it. It pings him hard and his hand comes out to clasp Greed's shoulder. A squeeze, something a little too tight, and after a second it turns into a motion that dumps right into a hug. Something firm and sincere and maybe a little desperate because Blake needs it to speak where he can't.
He's sorry. He didn't mean any of it. He wouldn't ever, not ever. They're friends. They can still be friends. It'll get better.
It's about the best he can offer, but it's something.]
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He lifts his gaze to look at his friend, to see his face and understand the recognition on it. It pings him hard and his hand comes out to clasp Greed's shoulder. A squeeze, something a little too tight, and after a second it turns into a motion that dumps right into a hug. Something firm and sincere and maybe a little desperate because Blake needs it to speak where he can't.
He's sorry. He didn't mean any of it. He wouldn't ever, not ever. They're friends. They can still be friends. It'll get better.
It's about the best he can offer, but it's something.]