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The way Bastion breathed and shuttered, cast his dark gaze to the ceiling, it tore through River’s heart. There was a complete war happening beneath the surface of his best friends skin. Plaguing his mind. The latter, being an entire world of it’s own that the son of Demeter hadn’t dared dive into. Pry. He just had to be here for Bash and take whatever the man was willing to give.
Giving didn’t seem like an option here. Bastion was spread thin. River had failed to see the man as weak in any form until now. When the haunting thought came to rattle Bash again, River decided to bridge the painful gap by scooting forward and bracing his friend in a warm hug. As if there was hope that his own arms could hold Bastion together. He wasn’t certain if an embrace like this would be a gesture Bash would accept between men, but their bond was solid enough that River felt safe to do this. Clearly, the other needed this.
“You don’t have to be alone.” River agreed, nodding against Bastion’s shoulder. “I’ll always be here for you. We can help each other.”
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 This moment seems meaningless, once again simple but if you knew the son of Hephaestus you’d know it wasn’t. Being able to count on one hand on who he’s allowed to hug him with out a stiff hand swatting them away was saying something---yet in this moment he welcomed the embrace without hesitation.Â
  Normally Bastion flinched when it came to others touching him; needing a mental beat to prepare. Intimacy came in different shades for different people. As for the blacksmith he grew up using his words over his body to convey his feelings. That being said the minute River’s gentle arms wrapped around him, soft like a duvet, something washed over Bash. He snuggled in, "Who knew we’d be here after meeting in the under world..." replying softly, for the moment Bash married his arms around the other, squeezing a fraction tighter, as he allowed himself to breath more slowly, his body melting into River’s. “I promise the same, I’ll always be around if you need me.”
  The moment lingered for another few seconds, Bash’s hands brushed the back of River’s neck sweetly; allowing his senses to be flooded with the scent of wet soil before pulling away. “I uh...” with space filling between their bodies again, the smith-son continues to look back at River with a transparent stare, “I know I said this already but thank you for coming to see me. I feel a lot better now.” even if he wasn’t hundred percent there, it felt like he was starting at least. Â











