[ Relief lights up inside of him. It comes with the drop of Yancy's arm around his shoulders, familiar, protective, a sensation he can catalogue: not him but Yancy, just like Yancy, as though he's still a kid who needs looking after. Raleigh's shoulder knocks into him as he leans his weight into the hold, their heads bumping together. He didn't know he would need this. Around the table the other Rangers are looking at them with annoying smiles, like they all expected it from the beginning, but he didn't know.
They're the same, him and his brother, when a few minutes before he wasn't sure it wouldn't destroy who they were irreparably, being in each other's heads like that. But it's different, too, because he can't stop marveling at the fact that he is holding onto his younger brother and knocking him over with reassurance like ocean waves; that he keeps remembering it isn't him, he's the one being held, and then forgetting again, and wanting to laugh. They're brothers. They've always been close. But it's one thing to know it and another thing to feel it, to feel your brother's approval in your bones, something that's stamped itself on you and isn't going away. ]
Hope you can handle it. Your brain's just gonna have to keep up. [ He's smiling, lifting the cup of coffee from the table. Physically, he feels good, feels like he could go run a few miles out on the grounds if he could convince Yancy to come with him, unless he felt like sparring in the Kwoon instead, wrestling him on the mats like a couple of dogs roughhousing. ] You drinking the rest of this?
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They're the same, him and his brother, when a few minutes before he wasn't sure it wouldn't destroy who they were irreparably, being in each other's heads like that. But it's different, too, because he can't stop marveling at the fact that he is holding onto his younger brother and knocking him over with reassurance like ocean waves; that he keeps remembering it isn't him, he's the one being held, and then forgetting again, and wanting to laugh. They're brothers. They've always been close. But it's one thing to know it and another thing to feel it, to feel your brother's approval in your bones, something that's stamped itself on you and isn't going away. ]
Hope you can handle it. Your brain's just gonna have to keep up. [ He's smiling, lifting the cup of coffee from the table. Physically, he feels good, feels like he could go run a few miles out on the grounds if he could convince Yancy to come with him, unless he felt like sparring in the Kwoon instead, wrestling him on the mats like a couple of dogs roughhousing. ] You drinking the rest of this?