The silence flood in for a moment; nothing was being said, no words, no sounds– just silence. And where there’s silence, there are troublesome thoughts invading the ninja’s mind. It seemed like Zane was a lost of words. Or so Jay had thought, which was quite unusual, right? However, those thoughts simply popped when a pair of arms wrapped around him. He had to blink, realizing with no delay that Zane was hugging him.
A hug of comfort—— one that soon brought tears to his eyes and those tears rolled down his freckled cheeks. The hug had unleashed his emotions, breaking them apart and cracking that fake happiness. It was a good thing Zane was hugging him, it was a way where Jay could hide his sad expression and tears by resting his forehead on Zane’s shoulder.
A soft hiccup mixed with the softest of chuckles came from him. He can’t hold back the sobs. Damn it. He lets out a shaky breath, now trying to build up back his composure. “It’s——”
He breaths in and out– deep breaths; in and out. “——It’s okay. You… You did what you had to do, and you did what any brave ninja would’ve done. And yeah– people did suffer. Emotionally. I felt so blue– ah, no pun intended.” Oh god, that pun did make him chuckle just a little bit.
He leans back, shaking his head and smiling more genuine. He then playfully, but in a soft way, jabbed at Zane’s side. “C’mon. Stop apologizing. You’re back. That’s all that matters. And I’m glad you’re back. I’m so glad that we found you. I’m just happy that you’re here.” Jay said with a happy smile.
“And now you’re here. I can start with my ice puns again. How cool is that? Haha. Sorry.” Despite that little apology, Jay chuckles once again. Honestly. He was just… so happy that Zane was here– all back together in one piece. And yeah, he was saddened by the past, by how Zane had died, and by the thoughts and memories. But Jay always found a way to bring back the chuckles and those chuckles did help build up his happiness a bit.
as much as he might hate admitting it to himself, it changed him too. he never talks about what exactly happened that day and afterwards ( especially afterwards. ) and he would prefer to keep it the way. being lost, left for dead, memories scrambled from the trauma. the crushing isolation, ( isolation that he’s so very use to. but he shouldn’t be. ) ( he shouldn’t be. ) he thinks the worst part was how CRAMPED and TIGHT and SUFFOCATING it was.
but that is the past now, and he would rather never have to confront it again. so maybe it’s WRONG that he’s glad it’s him prodding at jay rather than the other way around. ( not that he would EVER admit to anything being WRONG. )
when jay moves to draw away he lets go with no hesitation. knowing it must be ENOUGH now. how jay seems to quickly shift the mood, he will never understand. from bawling his eyes out to making PUNS. it blindsides him, sometimes. ( maybe he’s reading the mood wrong. )
and subconsciously he wipes the tears from jay’s eyes, draws back further and cocks his head to the side ever so slightly. he doesn’t know what he’d do without him, any of them really, after spending so much time with them. they’ve practically GROWN UP together and yet there’s still subtlties he can’t entirely pick up on yet. that’s not what matters most to him, though. what matters is that they’re all still alive.
even if it took him a little longer to find his way back home again, he wouldn’t change his decision.
❝ i’m glad to BE back, truthfully. i was so lost without you all... ❞ it’s BETTER than the alternative. BETTER than the isolation. BETTER than being half - dead in some pile of rubble. BETTER than being locked away. BETTER than being DEAD.
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