action. /;_;/ /picks up....!
[ 'But you had,' and that's exactly what makes this all nightmare-ish. it scares him that luca is so, so incredibly corporeal. yet he can't let go. actually, he's certain letting go would only give cause for luca to dissipate before his very eyes. no, thank you, he'll hold him and hold him until his arms altogether forget how to do anything but hold him. ]
You're not going anywhere, [ the softest repeating, bordering on a question. —'honestly? you really mean that?' he doesn't want to say certain things, to scare luca anymore than he had a moment ago. instead, he says: ] I'm sorry I went off and grew larger. [ and, tilts them both to lay in the grass near little camellia and snowdrops. his clinging loosens a notch, into something, hopefully, more comfortable. less demanding, less pleading, less likely to pinch ribcage. he takes in air, and wonders if doing so will settle the cardinal of his heart, make it stop thrashing about so wildly in there. there's fingertips vaguely playing with the ends of dirty red hair. ]
Let me catch my breath, then I'll take you home. [ his head raises, and a hand ghosts over one of luca's arms, his side. ] You aren't hurt anywhere else, are you?