[ they think differently, that’s been long established, but somehow minato always knows what to say—how to say it, too, in that soothing voice of his that stops the onset of panic before dextera gets too far into his own thoughts. ]
… [ he nods, squeezing his eyes shut. ] Before—died. Many times. Not like this.
[ he should invite minato in, explain himself, let them both breathe… he just needs a moment to let that all occur to him, instead of standing here in the doorway with his heart threatening to beat out of his chest. ]
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… [ he nods, squeezing his eyes shut. ] Before—died. Many times. Not like this.
[ he should invite minato in, explain himself, let them both breathe… he just needs a moment to let that all occur to him, instead of standing here in the doorway with his heart threatening to beat out of his chest. ]