so sweet gawddd.
*Help him? Help him, he... Ikenna blinks once, twice, three times for good measure, yet he can find no words, no true response to this. The boy's hold is so loving, so undeserved, and fuck if it isn't what he needs in this moment.*
Varada... I'm sorry, I am, I... thank you. *he finally mumbles, voice flat and lifeless, arms hesitantly wrapping about the gentle, so very endearing boy.*