Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28412230-20170607213356/@comment-26854056-20170714110124

Leon squeezed Harvard's hand, letting the child bury his face under his jaw. He ran a hand through Clyde's hair absent mindedly, smoothing out his final sobs by rubbing circles into his back.

Eventually, his cries went down to silence. He instinctively nuzzled the crown of his head, startled to find his vision being blurred with salty tears.

"...fuck."

He bit his lip until it drew blood, forcing himself to take a deep breath. He looked back at Harvard through the filtered moonlight, resorting to telekenisis in an attempt to both keep his emotions under control and to not disturb the toddler that burrowed under his neck.

''He's a baby, Harvard. Five years old. I- I just-"