that's the first, full, thought that he has when she turns to look at him. when her eyes find his and her hand goes to her mouth. she's so young, so bright, so...
but that's when his stomach lurches. she takes a hesitant step towards him, her own shock evident on her face, and jake struggles to remember to breathe, let alone process what is happening. she looks at him and he feels like the scrappy teenager she should be seeing, unsure and overwhelmed, frozen to the spot. so of course it's mako who reaches for him, who brushes her fingers across his arm, and everything crumbles.
he thinks about the scrape of metal against metal, how close he'd been to her, how close but how far, how he'd failed, and how he'd watched her fall.
it takes half a second before he's stepping forward (though it's more like a lunge, more of a lurch), wrapping his arms around her shoulders and pulling her into a tight, almost suffocating hug. he's not crying, he wouldn't, except that he can very much feel the hot weight of tears behind his eyes and he knows that he will be in just a moment, maybe two. ]
BECAUSE IM HAVING A LOT OF EMOTIONS
that's the first, full, thought that he has when she turns to look at him. when her eyes find his and her hand goes to her mouth. she's so young, so bright, so...
but that's when his stomach lurches. she takes a hesitant step towards him, her own shock evident on her face, and jake struggles to remember to breathe, let alone process what is happening. she looks at him and he feels like the scrappy teenager she should be seeing, unsure and overwhelmed, frozen to the spot. so of course it's mako who reaches for him, who brushes her fingers across his arm, and everything crumbles.
he thinks about the scrape of metal against metal, how close he'd been to her, how close but how far, how he'd failed, and how he'd watched her fall.
it takes half a second before he's stepping forward (though it's more like a lunge, more of a lurch), wrapping his arms around her shoulders and pulling her into a tight, almost suffocating hug. he's not crying, he wouldn't, except that he can very much feel the hot weight of tears behind his eyes and he knows that he will be in just a moment, maybe two. ]