Cole hasn't cried since the day he left Rhys. Spirits don't need tears, because they're not meant to have their own emotions and Cole gets by by not letting himself feel, only letting himself feel what others feel.
He can dimly feel the pressures of Ben's concern, slivers of pain and it makes him sit up a bit, blinking at Ben with bleary, red rimmed eyes. It's not pretty, nothing about Cole is pretty, but it's incredibly human.
"You, you do help. I'm sorry if you think you don't, but you do. I couldn't have gotten out without you."
If Ben hadn't been with him, Cole would have frozen. Perhaps lapsed, fallen back to the Ghost of the Spire and forgotten that this was real and not just his imaginings. Without Ben, he shouldn't have had the wherewithal to fight back and get them out.
He promptly falls forward into Ben's lap, hugging him around the waist and mooshing his cheek against his stomach, like he might be able to hide there.
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He can dimly feel the pressures of Ben's concern, slivers of pain and it makes him sit up a bit, blinking at Ben with bleary, red rimmed eyes. It's not pretty, nothing about Cole is pretty, but it's incredibly human.
"You, you do help. I'm sorry if you think you don't, but you do. I couldn't have gotten out without you."
If Ben hadn't been with him, Cole would have frozen. Perhaps lapsed, fallen back to the Ghost of the Spire and forgotten that this was real and not just his imaginings. Without Ben, he shouldn't have had the wherewithal to fight back and get them out.
He promptly falls forward into Ben's lap, hugging him around the waist and mooshing his cheek against his stomach, like he might be able to hide there.