[ He doesn't hug her back immediately, stiffening at first, and staring. Because it's been far too wrong, and he still doesn't feel like any of this is right, but... in the end, much of him is still a child, and eventually, he can only collapse into his mother's embrace.
He is... very tired.
He is not empty anymore, mostly. Even if his soul was in a container now, he was still feeling things. And he could feel her caring for him. And that... that was... so much more than he'd had in such a long time. ]
I-I'm sorry...
[ It's fumbled out of his mouth before he can really consider what he's saying, what he's actually apologizing for, or if she will even understand why, but he is crying, already. He'd always been such a crybaby. This... hasn't changed. He'd told himself he'd grown up, but maybe he hasn't grown up at all. ]
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He is... very tired.
He is not empty anymore, mostly. Even if his soul was in a container now, he was still feeling things. And he could feel her caring for him. And that... that was... so much more than he'd had in such a long time. ]
I-I'm sorry...
[ It's fumbled out of his mouth before he can really consider what he's saying, what he's actually apologizing for, or if she will even understand why, but he is crying, already. He'd always been such a crybaby. This... hasn't changed. He'd told himself he'd grown up, but maybe he hasn't grown up at all. ]