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[open] nobody knows it but me when i slip

Who: Onni Hotakainen; Ben Hargreeves, open to anyone else who might be in the Library
What: Onni has a bit of a personal problem and turns to the Library for help.
When: mid-September
Where: Library
Format: Whatever you like. I started in brackets, but I do love prose.
Notes: He'll be running into Ben on the first day but the research will take longer than that and I'd love some additional threads. For the non-canon-familiar: 'luonto' is a word for the spirit/life force of a Finnish person, 'runo' is a Finnish magic spell.

[Probably, he should have told Reynir by now, but Onni isn't exactly the type of person to share his vulnerabilities, even with people he likes. So when he'd discovered that he can still see and hear spirits, that he's still aware of and capable of using the power of his luonto and still goes to his haven in the dream space, but isn't capable of using runo anymore, he hadn't mentioned it. Gone on as if things were normal, even though he feels almost completely vulnerable and exposed in this strange place without any familiar method of self-protection.

It takes quite some time to talk himself into trying things another way - the Finnish gods aren't within his reach, he is too far from home, but if there are spirits here, there must be something else here he can call upon. It galls him, enough that he's felt prickly for a week straight, the thought of reaching out to foreign gods for protection, the thought of what that might do to his relationship with his own when he goes home. But the truth is, he can't be without his mage powers, for his own safety, for Reynir's, or for any of the other people here.

So it's just a matter of finding out what there might be here to call upon. Starting from scratch on his training. A huge pain, but not impossible.]

❄ For Ben

[Eventually, he settles on the Library as the best place to look for that kind of information, if such information exists. He feels on edge as he walks inside - it's not much bigger than most libraries he's attended, besides the big one in Mora, which is a little disappointing. Of course, he doesn't register that the computer banks are part of the library or really what they are at all. Computers are something he knows about in a passing sort of way, but he doesn't recognize them in this form. What he sees are books, lined up on shelves, some in his own language, others in languages he doesn't know or recognize.

Running his fingers over the spines, he tilts his head, glances up as a man comes out from behind the other end of the shelf - his dark hair is cropped short, and his dark eyes look calm enough, even if there's a strange aura about him, as if his spirit is far too big for the size of his body. Onni tilts his head, looking at him from under his fur hood, mouth set in a straight line.]

Do you know much about the books here?

❄ Open

[Of course, it takes much more than one day to do the type of research he needs to do in a place like this, so he comes back for a while every day, in the afternoon while Reynir is working on the garden in the upper levels and doesn't need his help. Cross-legged on the floor of the Library, still wearing his fur hooded cloak, he leans over to peer at the papers and books on the floor in front of him.

When people enter, he generally doesn't pay them much mind, at least until they get close enough that Onni can ask for help with his research. Whether it's a blunt 'can you read this?' or asking if they'll hand him a text, he isn't above requesting someone's input.]

❄

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[ Reynir almost winces, to see Onni like this - he is so wrecked, eyes red and face devastated. He could hear in those sobs how exhausted Onni is, worn out from hurting so much. Reynir's heart aches and he wishes so much that this were something he could solve with a rune, with a few soft words, with a long hug. But it isn't and so he just does the only thing he can, and stays by Onni's side, keeps touching him, keeps listening to him.

When he says he doesn't know the details, Reynir can hear the request in it. He wouldn't talk about it, not to anyone else, not for any reason. But Onni deserves the truth. Reynir had denied him that, not telling him that Tuuri might be in danger when he saw him in that dream. He is atoning for that, now. ]

We - were in the vehicle. Sitting together. One of the trolls - must have slipped past everyone fighting outside. We heard so much noise and we couldn't tell who was winning or losing, but then there was a sound under our feet. Kitty was so scared, and then it - it tore up through the floor and just - lunged. We... screamed, and it bit her shoulder, and Lalli came in a second later and shot it, but.

[ Reynir swallows. It's so hard, to say all this, but Onni deserves to know. ]

After that, Mikkel put up a partition in the vehicle, and said we had to be on opposite sides of it, in case she was infected. But we still talked. She - wasn't sad. She wasn't scared. She told me she was still glad, that she had come on the expedition. She thought it was her destiny. It was... a bit more than a week, I guess. One day I- I thought I heard Tuuri on the other side of the partition, and I heard kitty hiss. I tried calling to her, but she didn't answer and so I figured she wasn't there. But. A little later... they told me she'd drowned herself. And that - there was a rash all over her neck, and her shoulder, so... so she knew what was happening and decided...

[ Reynir can't go on, after that - not even for Onni. He has to move, has to do something with his body that isn't just sitting there and feeling useless. So he stands and crosses the room, ducks into the little en-suite bathroom and wets a washcloth, brings it back, damp and cool, hands it to Onni to use for his face.

Quietly, he offers: ]

Do you want me to go find Lalli and bring him here? Or- or... what can I do? To help?

[ He hadn't been able to help Tuuri. He isn't going to let Onni down. Not if he can help it. ]

[He can see how his questions affect Reynir, can tell how much it costs him to say all of this out loud to Onni. Probably, he should be more guilty about asking about this, what is probably a traumatic memory to Reynir, but he can't bring himself to. As the younger man describes what had happened, Onni watches him closely, can feel the urgency of his grief fall away as he focuses on the details. Somehow, hearing the story, knowing the truth of it, hearing how it had happened, makes it a little easier to handle.

Reynir explains how they had been in the vehicle and how the troll had come through the floor, how Kitty had been scared and they'd screamed, how she'd been bitten and Lalli had come in just a moment later to shoot it. He can understand, now, how Lalli might worry about being his fault, if he'd been there only moments too late. When Reynir explains what he'd talked to her about, her assertion that it had been her destiny to come on the expedition, that she hadn't been afraid or regretted any of it, he feels his throat tighten again, but there's also some kind of relief.

She hadn't been afraid. She hadn't regretted her choice.

As much as it hurts him to lose her, as unfair and horrible as the world is, as awful as it feels to have her taken from him, at least she hadn't been afraid and wishing she'd never come, at the end. And she'd been brave enough to know what was happening, to give herself the chance to pass on to her sleep in Tuonela as peacefully as possible.

He isn't sobbing anymore, but tears run down his cheeks slowly, welling up and spilling down his cheeks. It takes a while, but he finally manages to talk, his voice rough.]

She was so brave, and so smart.

[It's barely above a whisper, but he gets it out, and wipes at his face while Reynir gets up from the bed and goes to the bathroom, comes back with a cool wet cloth, which he hands to Onni. Onni takes it, mechanically, and lifts it to his face, closing his eyes and pressing it against his stinging, too-hot eyelids.

When Reynir asks quietly if he should find Lalli and bring him to Onni's room, asks what he can do to help, Onni shakes his head a little.]

I don't know. You helped already.

[It isn't flattery or reassurance, it's simply the stating of a fact, and he dabs at his eyes again, exhaling heavily.]

It's better, to know how it went, what she chose to do, how she felt. I'm glad she wasn't alone, that she had people like you to talk to.

[He takes another breath, holds it for a moment then releases it in a long, shuddery exhalation, folding the cloth up between his hands and then cleaning the rest of his face. Crying is messy and awful, and he wants to get as much of the evidence of doing it off his face as he can, as quickly as he can.]

I don't know, about Lalli. I don't know if he would come.

[ Fetching that washcloth has a dual purpose; he thinks Onni needs something to wash his face with, but it also gives him a few seconds unobserved to blink back tears, biting hard at the inside of his cheek. Because Tuuri had been so brave and so smart - so much braver and smarter than Reynir. A part of him still feels like it should have been him, that was bitten. She deserved to live. And he thinks, but would never say out loud, that he just wishes she had said goodbye to him, before she left. That gap of time, between thinking he heard her and finding out later what she'd done, has become so awful in his memory.

But there's no room for all that right now, and so Reynir swallows it back, and by the time he is watching Onni wipe his face clean, he has himself under control again. ]

She wasn't alone. She was happy, in those last few days. She- we all loved her. And we all mourned her, when she was gone.

[ Because Onni, Reynir remembers, hadn't been there, has no way of knowing just what a blow it had struck to everyone, to lose Tuuri. He doesn't want Onni thinking that everyone treated it as an acceptable loss, as business as usual. He wants Onni to know just how much everyone on the expedition had grown attached to his bright, caring, mischievous, wonderful sister.

When Onni mentions his uncertainty about whether Lalli will come, Reynir gets to his feet. ]

I don't know, either. But I can try.

[ Reynir's not a Lalli-whisperer, the way Emil and Onni both seem to be, but at least they speak the same language, here. And Reynir thinks that if Lalli knew what a state Onni was in, he wouldn't stay away. So he reaches over and squeezes Onni's shoulder, says: ]

I'll be back soon, either with or without him, okay?

[ And he leaves, heading for the garden, remembering that was the place Onni said he'd last seen Lalli. He doesn't know how he's going to convince him, but that's something he can think about later. He has to find him, first... ]

[It might take Reynir a while before he locates Lalli: he's been wandering. After the incident with Onni, Lalli has felt the need to be by himself as much as possible, so he's simply been walking throughout the base and avoiding any rooms that already have people in them. He simply can't deal with their concerned looks right now.

He ends up settling in the lounge area, huddled behind the bar.

When Reynir comes into view, Lalli levels him with the most irritated expression he can possibly muster. He was doing just fine down here by himself, and here Reynir with his stupid face and stupid hair has to come ruin it.

There's probably a reason. But it's not like Lalli has to be happy about it.]

What do you want.

[ Fortunately (?) for Onni, Reynir is determined; he methodically makes his way out from the garden, moving in a spiral until he finds Lalli in the lounge, looking miserable and sour. Of course, Lalli doesn't know that Reynir knows he's just had a pretty shitty day. That he'd been made to hallucinate and that he'd freaked out and thought Onni was dying, thought about Tuuri dying and it being his fault.

Reynir knows all that, so he doesn't let that scowl discourage him one bit. He makes his way close to where Lalli is and says, simply: ]

Onni needs to talk to you.

[ Not 'wants'. Needs. Reynir doesn't try to use charm or to play on Lalli's emotions or persuade him in the half dozen ways he might have with anybody else. Lalli is Lalli and Reynir is pretty sure straightforward is the best way. ]

And I'm not leaving 'til you come back with me to him.

[ There's a look of stubborn determination on his face, feet planted, arms folded over his chest. None of this is Lalli's fault, and he hasn't done anything wrong, and maybe he has a right to want to be alone. But Reynir can't get the sound of Onni's awful, helpless sobbing out of his head. ]

[Of course, Lalli also doesn't know that Reynir just spent the last however long dealing with Onni being a total wreck. So when he insists that Onni "needs" to talk to him...

Well, Lalli just bets he does. Probably stuff about how he shouldn't blame himself and it isn't his fault and he won't stop until he's convinced Lalli understands, and Lalli doesn't have the energy for it. He doesn't want to talk about his feelings anymore, he wants to curl into a ball for hours and stop feeling entirely. Why couldn't Onni be more like Tuuri sometimes and just ignore him? Maybe he wants to be ignored right now.

So all he does in response to Reynir's words is curl up tighter, pressing his closed eyes into his knees.]

Don't want to.

[ Reynir lets out a short sigh; he feels a sharp pang of sadness and worry when he sees Lalli just curling up like that. He might not be sobbing like Onni was, but he's in pain, too. Reynir can tell that. But that pain isn't going to heal at all if Lalli hides here and avoids it. It's going to fester - it already has - and sometime in the future, he won't be able to avoid it any longer and it'll burst in and wreck everything, the way it did when Lalli had his hallucination or whatever.

He comes over, plopping down cross-legged very close to Lalli, showing every sign that he's going to live up to his word and not leave Lalli alone or give in. ]

He said he didn't know if you would come. He anticipated this.

[ Reynir is as stubborn as his father, but it was his mother who taught him a few things about well-intentioned guilt trips. It's not as if he wants to be here doing this any more than Lalli wants him here any more than Onni wants to be someone with emotions and needs. But they all just have to muddle through the best they can. ]

But I came anyway, because I don't think you're that selfish. That you would think only about what you want and don't want and not about what he needs.

[ Reynir knows it isn't that simple, of course. But in some ways he wonders if Lalli still thinks about Onni the way teenagers think about their parents; old enough to want and to fight for independence, but not yet seeing their caretakers are whole human beings, with needs and flaws, who can be hurt. ]

Onni's your family, and he's in pain right now. I don't- I'm not sure I've ever seen him so sad before. I did everything I could to comfort him, but I'm just - me. You're the only one he's got left in the world.

[ Maybe he's overstepping. Maybe he's making it all worse. But Reynir can't just stand by on the sidelines. He's trying to cut this Gordian knot and if he has to do it with more honesty than Onni would prefer, too bad. ]

He said he's scared you'll think he doesn't love you.

[Lalli says nothing for most of Reynir's little speech. He barely even gives any sign that he's listening.

But he is.

The longer that Reynir goes on the tighter Lalli squeezes his knees against his eyes, like that will make the stinging sensation behind them go away. Part of him wants to scream that it isn't fair, it isn't fair that Reynir wants him to grieve on Onni's terms rather than his own, that he has to make any effort right now when he wishes he wasn't feeling anything at all. He hates that he can't just hunker in a corner and cry like he did when he was a child, before everything went to hell.

He's scared you'll think he doesn't love you. It's then that Lalli finally looks up to lock eyes with Reynir, whip-fast, already numb to the furious tears tracking down his cheeks. How dare he interfere with this. Because no, now that Lalli knows that Onni needs him, he can't possibly stay away.

Just as fast, Lalli surges to his feet and scrubs his arm over his eyes at the same time that he shoves past Reynir probably more roughly than is necessary, but it serves him right. He knows the way back to where Onni's staying without Reynir having to lead him. He'll do this himself.]

[ It feels like a stone has been dropped into his stomach, when Lalli looks up at him and Reynir sees he's crying. Had he been crying before? Or is that because of Reynir's words?

Maybe he had been a bit harsh. Of course, he is only telling the truth, about the state of Onni and what he'd said. But perhaps that guilt-tripping bit about Lalli not being selfish was a bit much. Reynir feels an awful twist of guilt and decides he will apologize later. Not that Lalli is likely to allow him, or to care. But he will. Because he didn't want helping Onni to come at the expense of hurting Lalli, and he's sure Onni wouldn't want that, either.

If only the two of them would just... talk to one another, without him running between them. If only they would cry together, rather than apart, each of them so ferociously guarding their solitude just at the moment when they needed other people the most.

He doesn't do anything to stop Lalli from shoving him, stumbling into a nearby wall and just righting himself without a word, following in Lalli's wake. He is tempted to just let Lalli go, for a moment. But he isn't completely sure Lalli is headed for Onni, and besides. He had promised he would be back, with or without Lalli. He isn't going to break that promise.

So he trails along, lagging behind but following, miserably hoping that he has helped to make things better, not worse. ]

[Lalli is aware that Reynir is following, of course. He just refuses to acknowledge. Reynir has done plenty of intruding for the entirety of the night--for the entirety of the time Lalli has known him--what's a little more?

At least he does head straight for the apartment. He also thankfully does not get lost and have to have Reynir lead the way for him, which would just be the capper on his awful mood.

He's in a storm for most of the way, but when he finally gets to the door, he falters, all of the fury leaving him. He isn't ready for whatever state Onni is in, whatever will be waiting inside.

Lalli doesn't stop to wonder whether Onni will even be able to hear the soft scratching at the door. He always does.]

[After Reynir leaves, Onni spends a bit of time decompressing, sitting on his bed with his knees up and just breathing, trying to convert the intensity of his emotion into facts, into reality he can accept instead of an endless soul-swallowing grief he can't escape from. After he's managed at least some part of that, he washes his face and sits back down on his bed, cross-legged and with his eyes closed, forcing himself to breathe evenly.

There's no making the grief go away, but he manages to get himself mostly under control before he hears the scratching at the door. Two rooms away, but he can still hear it, because the sound of Lalli's nails scratching at wood or metal is a sound that immediately catches his attention. Without even thinking about it, he slides off the bed and goes into the main room, pulls the door open, and looks at Lalli, tries to keep his expression neutral and his body language calm.

What he doesn't realize is that his eyes are red-rimmed and still bright from crying, that his hair is a mess from being clawed through, that his clothing is still rumpled. He looks like a disaster.

After a moment, he lifts his gaze and sees Reynir still there, looking miserable. For just a second, he locks eyes with the Icelander, his expression unreadable, and then he turns his attention back to Lalli. And when he speaks, it's in Finnish, because all of this...it's about them and their family. Later, he can give Reynir a bit of explanation, but for now, whatever he talks about with Lalli should be theirs alone.]

Are you alright?

[ Reynir knows he probably isn't wanted here. Onni speaking to Lalli in Finnish isn't exactly a subtle hint. For a moment or two he thinks about leaving the two of them to it. But he hesitates, lingering behind Lalli. The reason they'd both been upset last time was that they hadn't communicated well and one or the other of them had run off. If he leaves them, that cycle might just repeat. Or they might not speak at all.

So, even though he's pretty sure he is intruding, that he's not welcome, he stays. But he gives them a little space, at least, moving into the room and off to the side, leaning back against the wall and crossing his arms. ]

[Lalli shoots Reynir a glare when he doesn't leave, but doesn't say anything--it's not like Reynir will understand them anyway, when they make an effort to communicate like this. Still, the resentment is palpable when he turns back toward Onni.]

He said you needed help.

[The way Lalli appraises Onni's appearance makes it pretty clear he agrees; Onni looks pretty terrible. But Onni frequently looks terrible, and Lalli never knows what to do about it, and that's still the case now. So here they are, staring awkwardly at each other as usual, except now they have an audience.

Lalli, spitefully, hopes this is what Reynir was after.]

[Even though he knows the glare isn't directed at him, something in Onni cringes a little, and that cringey feeling only gets worse when he sees how Lalli is sizing him up and it occurs to him that he probably looks worse than he thinks he does. No matter how many times he sees him this way, it never gets easier or less embarrassing. Lifting a hand, he slides it across his face as if he could wipe away the remnants of his breakdown.]

It's nothing worse than usual.

[It stings to admit it, but the fact is this isn't too abnormal in their family. It's acutely embarrassing to have Reynir witness to it, but there's no getting away from it now. Sometimes, there's nothing anybody can do about a bad situation.]

[Lalli fidgets.

He's not stupid. He knows that Onni is sensitive, and is frequently more upset about something than he says he is. It's not even possible to be allergic to half the things he claims to be. Lalli knows that's probably the case now, and that it isn't nothing worse than usual at all.

But he also never knows how to intuit things. Is the answer to respond to what Onni's not saying, or to take him at his word and give him space? This is why Lalli prefers to avoid these conversations altogether. The uncertainty is nearly paralyzing.

But at the same time... Lalli always makes the same choice, and things always end up resolving the same way. Maybe now is the time to try something different.

He still can't manage to make eye contact, and his voice is small.]

I thought we talked about it already.

[It's no secret in their family that Onni is like this, even before their extended family had died he'd been sensitive like this. He's always tried to keep his emotions contained, not just for his own sense of dignity, but because a weak mage doesn't live long in the Finnish forests. An overemotional mage doesn't survive unless he can keep it contained, keep the walls up. It's easy enough with trolls, but with his sister and cousin it had always been a struggle.

Usually, they just accept his explanation that he's allergic to something, or that it isn't as bad as it looks, or that it isn't something they need to worry about. That they shouldn't ever have to worry about him, because that isn't what he wants. He's the one that should be solid enough for them to rely on, not the other way around.

But Lalli isn't doing that now. He's simply saying that he thought they'd talked about it already. Onni holds his breath for a moment, and blinks a few times, jaw tightening as he looks away from Lalli.]

We did, a little. I'm sorry. I didn't think he'd actually get you. But Lalli...

[Lifting his head, he looks back at Lalli again.]

I didn't know you thought it was your fault. It wasn't. It was my fault she...

[His breath cuts off for a moment, and then lets it go.]

It was my fault she was out there, and so it was my fault she died.

[Discomfort churns in his stomach and Lalli's shoulders curl inward from it. This is becoming about him again, and there's something that feels very unfair about not being able to avoid this topic. Shouldn't he get to choose to withdraw if he wants?

But maybe it is selfish, and Onni needs this. Needs to talk about this. Even if forcing the words out of Lalli's mouth feels physically difficult.]

I should have been faster.

[Onni can see the discomfort on Lalli's face and in his body language, and he feels a spike of guilt. Lowering his head, he exhales a bit shakily.]

I'm sorry.

[It's an apology for a lot of things, for how Lalli is feeling, for making him feel that way, for needing any of this. He's supposed to be the one that Lalli can rely on, this is backward, he feels suddenly just slightly panicky, his heart beating hard. The edges of his eyes are stinging again, and it's all stupid.

This isn't easy for him to talk about either, especially when he doesn't know what it is that's hurting Lalli. Doesn't know if having him talk about it will hurt him more than the wounds themselves.]

I know you did everything you could to protect her. It was my fault. All of it.

She would have gone anyway.

[This is why they don't talk about these things: Lalli's eyes are hot and his vision is blurry again and here there's nowhere for him to hide and get it out of his system in peace.]

She was always going to leave someday.

[It wasn't your fault either, is what he's trying to say but can't quite manage to.]

[It's exactly what Reynir had said to him earlier, when he'd been sobbing and blaming himself, and there's something about hearing it from both of them that makes it easier to believe. Deep down, he knows it's true, that she would have left no matter what he did, no matter what he'd tried to do to keep her safe.

When he looks up and sees Lalli with his eyes wet and red-rimmed and his body tense, he feels a surge of complicated emotion. Pain and empathy and anger.

She would have gone anyway.

It's the first time he's felt angry at Tuuri for this, for all of it. For leaving him, for making Lalli watch her be infected and die and feel responsible for not protecting her. His breath hitches, but he manages not to sob, and the anger gives way to guilt for being angry at her.]

I know.

[He can barely get it out, and he isn't looking at Lalli when he says it.]

I'm sorry you had to be there.

[Lalli's hands clench into fists by his sides, shaking with tension.

Something he doesn't know how to express bubbles up within him, some kind of horrible grief awoken by Onni's understanding. It makes the words fall out of his mouth before he realizes he's saying them, surprises him enough that he can't even focus on making sure they're Finnish. It's almost not even directed at Onni; it's just a confession to the universe at large, revealed without his permission.]

I felt it.

[His ears are buzzing. He can barely even hear himself.]

When she--she drowned, I...

[It's the last thing he'd expected in response to what Onni had said. To be honest, he'd expected Lalli to accept it as the end of the conversation. It's obvious that this situation is genuinely painful for him, and it could be the end of it, they could both retreat to lick their wounds and pretend it hadn't happened.

But that isn't what happens.

Instead, Lalli squeezes his hands into fists and squeezes his eyes shut and his lashes are wet (Lalli never cries, has almost never cried, as long as Onni can remember) and he speaks. He says he felt it, that he felt it when she drowned, when she died. For a moment, Onni is completely still, his eyes widen, he can't breath, his ears are ringing and his heart is pounding hard in his chest. He can't process it, can't comprehend how it would affect a person to feel another person's death, let alone the death of a family member, a person he loves.

He can't imagine it. He can't imagine what that's been doing to Lalli. What he must have been feeling. What he must have been reliving.

Before he can think, before he can regain his capability to think and process any of this, he slides off the bed and stands. He takes a couple of steps toward Lalli, moving on sheer instinct, lifts his arms, goes in for a hug, and only manages to stop himself a second before he goes through with it. But he stands there, so close, shaking with the effort it takes not to pull Lalli into his arms, because he knows that it will only hurt his cousin worse.]

Lalli...

[After a moment of fighting himself, he lets one hand rest on Lalli's shoulder, squeezes carefully.]

[Lalli never cries because he hates it, hates his own body reinforcing that feeling of losing his composure, that loss of control. The only thing he ever wants to feel is the certainty of duty, the satisfaction that comes from doing his job, and that leaves no room ever for breaking. If he ever stops to let himself feel, then all that will get him is more failure. He doesn't know how Onni can stand it, doing it all the time.

But this is all too much to simply shove back down, even as he tries, he tries, his back frozen ramrod straight and his breathing comes in short, shallow gasps. He tries and his cheeks are still wet and he still feels like he's drowning all over again.

Then Onni puts a hand on his shoulder and whatever is left of his resolve crumbles. He feels something in him give like a collapsing dam and is mortified to hear himself sob, but he's unable to stop even as he hates it, hates it, hates it.]

[It is, honestly, an effort not to treat Lalli the way Onni would want to be treated if he were in his situation. He remembers the times he'd cried as a child and his mother had held him, remembers how comforting it had felt, and safe; Lalli isn't his child, but he's been caring for him for a long time, and no small part of him wants to comfort Lalli in that same way. But for Lalli, crying isn't cathartic, and being held isn't comforting, or at least it hasn't been for as long as Onni can remember. Lalli had always squirmed away when anyone tried to hug him, had dodged Onni's own instinctive attempts to hug him every time. It's how they'd developed this system of squeezing shoulders for comfort instead.

But Lalli doesn't flinch away. He just stands there, tense, body stiff, breathing in painful-sounding little pulls as he tries not to give in to the tears. And when he puts his hand on Lalli's shoulder, his cousin breaks down and sobs, and Onni can't restrain it anymore. Stepping just a little bit forward, he wraps his arms around Lalli. Carefully, tentatively, he presses a hand flat against Lalli's narrow back and ducks his head so his face is just above the crown of Lalli's, breathing into his hair but not touching him. Providing a shield and allowing Lalli to hide his emotions against his chest and shoulder, but not holding him tight enough that he would have to do much more than squirm to get free.

Onni is shaking, just a little, with his own emotion, with the fragility of the situation, with how out of his depth he feels, but he stands still and lets Lalli make his own choice about how he wants this. He doesn't say anything (what could he say? what could make this better?) and he doesn't shush Lalli, because they're at home in a safe place covered in protective runes and there are no beasts or trolls or Rash here, and if Lalli has the space and safety to cry anywhere, it would be here.]

[ For what seems like a long while, all Reynir can do is stand there, awkwardly shifting his weight from foot to foot, taking cues from Lalli and Onni's body language. He picks up the occasional word - he had learned a few things by necessity during their expeditions together. He hears sorry a few times from Onni, and just once something about someone having died. Not hard to guess who, and what they are talking about.

Something in his gut twists up painfully when Lalli suddenly bursts out in words that he can understand that he had felt it when Tuuri drowned. Reynir hadn't known that. He hadn't realized at the time. Suddenly his own throat is feeling a little tight and he's blinking a bit faster than he ought to.

Reynir realizes, then, that he's probably done all he can, here. That his presence has gone from being a little awkward to being a lot intrusive. But he doesn't really feel comfortable going until Onni is touching Lalli's shoulder, and pulling him into a hug, and Lalli isn't hitting him or running away.

It's the most he can hope for, and he locks eyes with Onni for one quick moment before he is quietly, slowly heading for the door. He knows that Lalli wouldn't want Reynir seeing him like this, and he'll do him the courtesy of pretending it hadn't happened, when they see each other next.

He doesn't exactly feel great as he quietly closes the door on the two Hotakainens, but there's a kind of sad satisfaction to knowing they have one another. That they are talking things through and actually dealing with what they'd lost, and leaning on one another for support. ]

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