[ Mark leans into him, and he lets him, moving his head a bit to the side so he has more room to rest. His heart skips a beat — this is close, even for him, and his hands are starting to feel so warm, trapped between Mark's. He lets their shared hold linger for a few quiet moments, before slipping one of his hands free so he can give Mark a one-armed hug, his open palm gentle against his back. ]
Yeah, for sure. [ He agrees, fighting back the sting of tears in his eyes he feels. The climax of his own battle is so fresh, so raw, that away from his friends and family who went through it with him, the denseness of the emotion he still has pent up about it catches him off guard. Clearing his throat quietly, he hugs Mark a little tighter. With effort, he manages to make his voice not sound too taut. ] We can't bring people back... but there's always carrying on their legacy.
[ That is how he coped with his grandfather's murder; now, for the rest of his life, he expects to take up his mantle and protect his beloved hometown. Mark may not have known the people who died in that building collapse, but he could vow to honor them for the rest of his life. To Josuke, that's the only actionable thing he could do that made him feel better, during times like the one Mark is going through. ]
And other people who will need you. That's how I keep going...
[ His mom, his friends, his neighbor, the grocer, the other students at his school.. there will always be people who need him. He's always going to feel a void where the people he couldn't save are, but it doesn't obscure his view of the rest. To say it'll get better feels hollow, so he says the closest thing he can think of to the honest truth. ]
coming back to this thread truly smoking my duck cigarette
Yeah, for sure. [ He agrees, fighting back the sting of tears in his eyes he feels. The climax of his own battle is so fresh, so raw, that away from his friends and family who went through it with him, the denseness of the emotion he still has pent up about it catches him off guard. Clearing his throat quietly, he hugs Mark a little tighter. With effort, he manages to make his voice not sound too taut. ] We can't bring people back... but there's always carrying on their legacy.
[ That is how he coped with his grandfather's murder; now, for the rest of his life, he expects to take up his mantle and protect his beloved hometown. Mark may not have known the people who died in that building collapse, but he could vow to honor them for the rest of his life. To Josuke, that's the only actionable thing he could do that made him feel better, during times like the one Mark is going through. ]
And other people who will need you. That's how I keep going...
[ His mom, his friends, his neighbor, the grocer, the other students at his school.. there will always be people who need him. He's always going to feel a void where the people he couldn't save are, but it doesn't obscure his view of the rest. To say it'll get better feels hollow, so he says the closest thing he can think of to the honest truth. ]
It won't always be like this.