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[It's a lot for anyone to say, and to say with such conviction and sincerity. Kit looks up from the floor to watch Yngvi speak, hearing him clearly even with only one functioning ear... and it's the last bit that really digs into his skin and pulls at him in a way nothing else has. No, he didn't walk away, did he? Not then, and rather miraculously considering his track record, he hasn't walked away now, either.

Is that just because Yngvi still needs him, still needs support that no one else is giving him, or because Kit himself is past his need to run? He rather doubts it's the latter--certainly Vandelin hadn't believed him capable of staying, or else he'd have--

No. Not now.

He reaches across the space between them and clasps Yngvi's shoulder kindly; when he smiles, it's a pained expression, but it's sincerely meant.] ..thank you, [is all he manages to say, a little hoarsely.] Thank you, salroka, for saying those things. I...

[Ancestors, he's a wreck, isn't he?]

I've always got your back, Yngvi. I promise.

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F'fuck's sake. [Not an angry mutter but it comes out on an exhale as Yngvi attempts to do what he does sometimes. Haul himself up from wherever he's been.

Sometimes he can. Sometimes it's not so bad and he can go about things until he trips himself flat. Sometimes it's hanging there by the edge of his fingers. Sometimes just the hauling himself up is all he can do then there he is, lying there flat and wondering what he's meant to do then.

It's tiring to keep doing it but one day he'll-- well he thinks one day he'll probably manage to get past this crevasse, you always do in the end it's just a big one.] Come here. [Two words, not the usual c'mere. A proper sort of command thing of open arms and look how much of a tit I'll feel sitting here with a nug in my lap and my arms open because he doesn't know what to say to that, even in the Boneflayers things weren't always said it was just a nudge, an arm, someone filling up your waterskins when you couldn't or warming your blanket by the fire, shoving you into bed then lying there next to you.]

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Ah, shit-- [said with a chuckle, warm and sheepish and embarrassed and tremendously relieved all at once. He leans in to hook his arm around Yngvi's shoulders and hug him, mindful of the nug in his lap of course. Two things could (or probably should) be readily apparent: Kit gives great hugs, while simultaneously seeming like closeness is something that doesn't belong to him. Like he's giving something away with it.

When he draws back, he's smiling crookedly, and squeezes Yngvi's shoulder again.] You want to come out for a pint? [he invites him at last--might be nice to drink, play some cards, talk a bit of nonsense shit for a while.]

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[So really Kit should give more hugs and Yngvi should probably get back into doing this thing since he has someone where it wouldn't be as odd to be as physical with him (his lady is his lady, Thranduil is mostly robes with a suggestion of elf and a glowing hand, Wren is too tall and a Templar and could snap him like a wishbone had she the mind to) but yeah, wouldn't be as bad with Kit. Who for as friendly as he comes off--

Well Yngvi needs to turn this over again. Later. Possibly ask someone without naming a name what you call that because he doesn't know the words for it but it slots into his head.]

A pint. I'll pace myself. [More like he doesn't trust himself at this point to not go bad places but he's learning. Trying. Doing his best here.] Anywhere that isn't the Hanged Man or the Blooming Rose? Realise that's a whole world of difference there but y'know, somethin' to aim for.