They glance to Jiahao, looking at her silently. Miku’s head tilts, watching Jiahao’s body language after the explosion on the mission. Hesitantly an armored hand reaches out to rub their back, not really knowing how else to comfort Jiahao after having to witness something that only brought back horrid memories. Miku hums a bit, pulling a leg up silently. ❛ And that’s okay, it’s fine to be terrified like that. ❜
Jiahao ends up leaning against Miku, her gaze half-lidded and somewhat DISTANT, as if seeing something other than what actually lays before them. A phantom pain scratches at their right side, the disturbing sensation of flames licking at their skin, crawling up their clothing. Slowly, tears well in Jiahao’s red-hued eyes, rolling down sloping cheeks.
And then, suddenly, she sits upright, rubbing at her eyes and letting out a wet laugh. “Oh my god, what am I doing? I can’t cry, I have EYELINER on-”