[ it takes a little while for ichiro to get moving as the gymnasium starts to clear out, because he's still sitting on the floor with hope. it's only when the number of people starts to fade out that he's ready to start moving - he starts to coax hope up to his feet, then hooks an arm around his shoulders and starts to hustle him out of the gym and out into the night.
not straight back to the dorms, though. instead, it's just out to the main path on campus - the night is dark and quiet and a little chilly, bracingly so, and it seems like some fresh air is at least a start into getting hope back into a headspace that looks less like his brain has reached full shutdown mode.
the arm stays for now - steadying, more than anything. ichiro's not quite fussy, but he's definitely worried, and feeling a whole host of emotions of his own on the evening that passed, but they're buried for now under the need to be a caretaker, to look out for someone else in need.
when they reach a long enough walk away down the path, he finally speaks up - ] Talk to me. [ or shout at him, yell at him, whatever. just get it off your chest; he can practically see the trauma on hope's face. ]
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not straight back to the dorms, though. instead, it's just out to the main path on campus - the night is dark and quiet and a little chilly, bracingly so, and it seems like some fresh air is at least a start into getting hope back into a headspace that looks less like his brain has reached full shutdown mode.
the arm stays for now - steadying, more than anything. ichiro's not quite fussy, but he's definitely worried, and feeling a whole host of emotions of his own on the evening that passed, but they're buried for now under the need to be a caretaker, to look out for someone else in need.
when they reach a long enough walk away down the path, he finally speaks up - ] Talk to me. [ or shout at him, yell at him, whatever. just get it off your chest; he can practically see the trauma on hope's face. ]