( the stutter, brief as it is, makes his heart flip. bones finds himself exhaling as well, a release of anxious tension into the station air.
lowering himself to his knees beside him, as if intending to sit seiza in the same fashion, bones gives up any attempt to not be foolishly emotional, and gathers itachi to him in a solid embrace. )
๏ผ oh is he getting hugged, is that happening now.
itachi is pliant beneath the man's embrace, not resisting but not especially participant either. the hug is awkward, pulled over sideways and pressed into mccoy's side under his arm. itachi has to drop his shoulder so he doesn't just bull into the man's ribcage.
for a long moment, it seems that non-reaction is the only response mccoy will get. and then he lifts his arm up, and lets his fingers hook into the fabric at mccoy's opposite shoulder. there is a very faint sense of him leaning into the man's side, letting him take the ghost of his weight. mccoy is solidly built, but more than that there is a sense of... foundation to him in a way most people lack. he may have the skill and knowledge to heal the body, but itachi has never met anyone more aptly able to guard the heart.
he could argue semantics. mccoy couldn't miss what he didn't know. but it is the spirit of the thing, he thinks, that the man is trying to convey. ๏ผ
I —
๏ผ hm. ๏ผ
Would strongly recommend you not attempt any more forays into corrupted files, Doctor.
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lowering himself to his knees beside him, as if intending to sit seiza in the same fashion, bones gives up any attempt to not be foolishly emotional, and gathers itachi to him in a solid embrace. )
Yeah. I missed you too.
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itachi is pliant beneath the man's embrace, not resisting but not especially participant either. the hug is awkward, pulled over sideways and pressed into mccoy's side under his arm. itachi has to drop his shoulder so he doesn't just bull into the man's ribcage.
for a long moment, it seems that non-reaction is the only response mccoy will get. and then he lifts his arm up, and lets his fingers hook into the fabric at mccoy's opposite shoulder. there is a very faint sense of him leaning into the man's side, letting him take the ghost of his weight. mccoy is solidly built, but more than that there is a sense of... foundation to him in a way most people lack. he may have the skill and knowledge to heal the body, but itachi has never met anyone more aptly able to guard the heart.
he could argue semantics. mccoy couldn't miss what he didn't know. but it is the spirit of the thing, he thinks, that the man is trying to convey. ๏ผ
I —
๏ผ hm. ๏ผ
Would strongly recommend you not attempt any more forays into corrupted files, Doctor.