[It isn't just the tears, but the choked tone to Neku's voice that makes Josh go still, the breath that he doesn't even need anymore catching in his throat. There's a feeling blossoming in his chest, not at all unlike the sensation he remembers from back in April, when Javert had forced the pain of a bullet wound on him. His chest feels tight, painful, and his throat abruptly feels as though all the muscles in it have tensed.
He knows what it feels like, to feel like such an outsider. He knows the feeling of never quite being "normal". Before he died, that was just... how his life was.
It's easy for him to move, being so much smaller than Neku now. He shifts from his sitting position and slides into Neku's lap, leaning in with soft, squeaking noises in his throat to nuzzle his cheek, even though the tears are hot against his nose.]
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Date: 2023-01-13 09:27 pm (UTC)He knows what it feels like, to feel like such an outsider. He knows the feeling of never quite being "normal". Before he died, that was just... how his life was.
It's easy for him to move, being so much smaller than Neku now. He shifts from his sitting position and slides into Neku's lap, leaning in with soft, squeaking noises in his throat to nuzzle his cheek, even though the tears are hot against his nose.]