[ he doesn't pull his hand away from makoto's, even if it is uncomfortably tight. it's better than turning to face him, and seeing the face that went with the strain in his voice. he didn't want to see makoto, whom he hadn't seen falter like this for years, in that state -- not when he was already so overwhelmed. ]
... I'm here.
[ while his voice sounds calm enough, it sounds slightly forced; probably unnoticeable to anyone else. he was less unfazed and more at a loss; what else could he offer? he didn't know what was going on either, and could he really say this was all just a dream? he'd never been one to reassure, but now makoto was the one who needed some kind of support -- what was he supposed to do? ]
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... I'm here.
[ while his voice sounds calm enough, it sounds slightly forced; probably unnoticeable to anyone else. he was less unfazed and more at a loss; what else could he offer? he didn't know what was going on either, and could he really say this was all just a dream? he'd never been one to reassure, but now makoto was the one who needed some kind of support -- what was he supposed to do? ]