[ Gorgug knows that he's not always particularly perceptive, but in the face of Fabian's growing volume, the frantic expression etching itself wilder onto his face, Gorgug knows this is about more than just the baby that was dumped with Fabian. He's not sure that he can pinpoint where it's coming from, tries to think about it (is it what happened with Leviathan? Having his father's legacy put him in a position of authority over others, then hearing them die, die, die), but he doesn't have time as his friend freaks the fuck out right in front of him. ]
Fabian.
[ Instead, he only has the time to place his hands on top of Fabian's shoulders, turning his body weight to face the other too; eyes searching him, and pleading for his attention. Hoping still that he might be able to figure out where this anxiety is coming from.
But in those few seconds, his hands drop from the top of his shoulders to the sides, squeezing them in a comforting manner (trying, to not be too hard), his gaze tinged with the sadness of hearing a friend speak like this.
Speaking so afraid. ]
You haven't fucked up forever, [ Gorgug says, his voice softer, his eyes nowhere else but staying on Fabian. Reassuring--telling him. ] I promise.
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Fabian.
[ Instead, he only has the time to place his hands on top of Fabian's shoulders, turning his body weight to face the other too; eyes searching him, and pleading for his attention. Hoping still that he might be able to figure out where this anxiety is coming from.
But in those few seconds, his hands drop from the top of his shoulders to the sides, squeezing them in a comforting manner (trying, to not be too hard), his gaze tinged with the sadness of hearing a friend speak like this.
Speaking so afraid. ]
You haven't fucked up forever, [ Gorgug says, his voice softer, his eyes nowhere else but staying on Fabian. Reassuring--telling him. ] I promise.