He shakes his head a little. "No, it's alright.." he answers, voice hoarse. He just leans against her, holding onto her arm, and closing his eyes. Taking a deep breath.
He's safe. He knows it, and he feels it while in her arms. He's out of that place, they've got the guy, Joan is here, and he's all patched up. He's going to get better, and he's going to be alright.
It's like the barricades on the doors have been lifted, or maybe more accurately the floodgates. All that fear and pain and loneliness and hurt that he's been trying to keep under control, trying to make sure he would either find a way out or survive until someone else found him, suddenly it's not important anymore.
It's just a small silent sob at first, a hitching of his shoulders. And then another one, followed by another deep breath. Soon enough he's fully crying, shaking in her arms. He doesn't wail, barely making a sound beyond the occasional whimper, and the irregular breathing and small gasps and sobs. He just sits there, clinging to her arm, letting it go on for as long as it will, until he runs out of tears.
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He's safe. He knows it, and he feels it while in her arms. He's out of that place, they've got the guy, Joan is here, and he's all patched up. He's going to get better, and he's going to be alright.
It's like the barricades on the doors have been lifted, or maybe more accurately the floodgates. All that fear and pain and loneliness and hurt that he's been trying to keep under control, trying to make sure he would either find a way out or survive until someone else found him, suddenly it's not important anymore.
It's just a small silent sob at first, a hitching of his shoulders. And then another one, followed by another deep breath. Soon enough he's fully crying, shaking in her arms. He doesn't wail, barely making a sound beyond the occasional whimper, and the irregular breathing and small gasps and sobs. He just sits there, clinging to her arm, letting it go on for as long as it will, until he runs out of tears.