[Jin's no mindreader, either. The way that Asher slumps against him, however, speaks louder than words: he blinks back his surprise, expression framed with worry. Whatever had pushed him to this breaking point must've been serious, enough that Asher doesn't really look like he can articulate it right now.
He barely knows what he's doing himself. He's not much of a nurturer. All Jin can do is what feels right-- what he himself would've wanted, or needed to hear in a spot like this. His hand rubs small, slow circles on Asher's back, and he keeps his voice low and reassuring.]
You're gonna be fine.
[This... feels right, though.
Somehow, this feels like a step forward. A blind one, but a step.]
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[Jin's no mindreader, either. The way that Asher slumps against him, however, speaks louder than words: he blinks back his surprise, expression framed with worry. Whatever had pushed him to this breaking point must've been serious, enough that Asher doesn't really look like he can articulate it right now.
He barely knows what he's doing himself. He's not much of a nurturer. All Jin can do is what feels right-- what he himself would've wanted, or needed to hear in a spot like this. His hand rubs small, slow circles on Asher's back, and he keeps his voice low and reassuring.]
You're gonna be fine.
[This... feels right, though.
Somehow, this feels like a step forward. A blind one, but a step.]