[ Tim holds him close, trying not to cry himself. It feels selfish, indulgent, to give in to his grief as he tries to shoulder the weight of Koby’s. He’s lost a close friend, someone he trusted in times where he was most vulnerable, but his friend’s specific sorrow is hard to imagine for himself. Getting close to it is almost like a pre-mourning, if he imagines Harry disappearing in the same way, so he tries so hard not to, but the possibility is shoved into his face today, that a piece of his heart could someday be buried a thousand miles and a century away.
Koby feels it now, real and inescapable, unlike his nightmares. How many long nights have they spent giggling and gossiping and sharing all their butterflies in gross detail? Dozens on dozens, and every one the same – with Koby hopelessly in love with seemingly the perfect match for him, and Tim so happy for him that he could cry. ]
Let it out. I’ve got you.
[ He doesn’t follow his own advice, but he stays as strong for Koby as his condition will let him, a steady wall for him to wail against as he soothes his fingers through his hair. ]
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Date: 2026-01-14 09:20 pm (UTC)[ Tim holds him close, trying not to cry himself. It feels selfish, indulgent, to give in to his grief as he tries to shoulder the weight of Koby’s. He’s lost a close friend, someone he trusted in times where he was most vulnerable, but his friend’s specific sorrow is hard to imagine for himself. Getting close to it is almost like a pre-mourning, if he imagines Harry disappearing in the same way, so he tries so hard not to, but the possibility is shoved into his face today, that a piece of his heart could someday be buried a thousand miles and a century away.
Koby feels it now, real and inescapable, unlike his nightmares. How many long nights have they spent giggling and gossiping and sharing all their butterflies in gross detail? Dozens on dozens, and every one the same – with Koby hopelessly in love with seemingly the perfect match for him, and Tim so happy for him that he could cry. ]
Let it out. I’ve got you.
[ He doesn’t follow his own advice, but he stays as strong for Koby as his condition will let him, a steady wall for him to wail against as he soothes his fingers through his hair. ]