[It's heartbreaking to watch, the way whatever Lalli's mind is showing him breaks him down, overwhelms his defenses and leaves him pressing his hands to his eyes and making that sound. Onni has made that sound before, he knows where that sound comes from, and suddenly there's no more panic, no more fear, there's just an unbearable empty sadness that's so big and overwhelming that it feels like it might bowl him over.
Eyes stinging, throat tight, chest constricting, he makes a frustrated noise in his throat at his own immediate response, the same as always. Gritting his teeth against the physical reactions while he hears a chorus of every time anyone has teased him for crying, he swallows as much of the grief as he can, and forces himself to speak when Lalli starts chanting under his breath that he's sorry, over and over and over.]
Why are you sorry, Lalli? You didn't do anything wrong.
[His voice is rough with restraining his tears, but he has to speak. He has to make sure Lalli is okay.]
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Eyes stinging, throat tight, chest constricting, he makes a frustrated noise in his throat at his own immediate response, the same as always. Gritting his teeth against the physical reactions while he hears a chorus of every time anyone has teased him for crying, he swallows as much of the grief as he can, and forces himself to speak when Lalli starts chanting under his breath that he's sorry, over and over and over.]
Why are you sorry, Lalli? You didn't do anything wrong.
[His voice is rough with restraining his tears, but he has to speak. He has to make sure Lalli is okay.]