[Ken always seems to hit him like a freight train, in all sorts of different ways, and the way he barrels into him is no different... but Chikusa hardly seems to comprehend it. The world is a blur, moments disjointed and out of sync with one another, and he's left staring blankly up at the sky for a few seconds without any realization how it happened, or how his head fell back from the force of Ken's hugs.]
[The warmth, the pressure of arms wrapped around him, the violent shake of tears which makes his own body shudder by association and the dampness spreading along his neck... Automatically, dazed, Chikusa reaches up to curl his fingers limply into Ken's side.]
Ken... Ken...
[Blank repetition, the only word he can think to say even as his legs go out from underneath him. If not for Ken's grip on him, he'd definitely be on the ground.]
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[The warmth, the pressure of arms wrapped around him, the violent shake of tears which makes his own body shudder by association and the dampness spreading along his neck... Automatically, dazed, Chikusa reaches up to curl his fingers limply into Ken's side.]
Ken... Ken...
[Blank repetition, the only word he can think to say even as his legs go out from underneath him. If not for Ken's grip on him, he'd definitely be on the ground.]