Emotions cascade in a whirlwind in those immediate moments after he truly breaks. Panic and grief at war with one another above everything else--anger and betrayal for having the truth kept from him; a suffocating sort of sadness he doesn't think he's ever felt before; and a swirl of other things too mixed up for him to even pinpoint and name all at once. And it all feels like waves coming up to consume him.
He hears the things his older self is telling him, but he can't respond to any of it. Every breath he takes in only seems to fuel the full body-wracking sobs he can't contain. He doesn't fight or fuss at all when he's picked up and pulled against the older man, little more than a person-sized ragdoll at the moment, easily moved and manipulated any way Klaus might like. Luckily, he only wants to offer comfort-- and who better to know exactly the style and type of comfort he would need than himself?
Words are too much to even debate or consider just yet, his own thoughts aren't even forming words right now, it's more like a long, agonized scream instead. He clings to Klaus tightly, pressing his face against his shoulder and decides to ride this out until he remembers how to breathe again.
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He hears the things his older self is telling him, but he can't respond to any of it. Every breath he takes in only seems to fuel the full body-wracking sobs he can't contain. He doesn't fight or fuss at all when he's picked up and pulled against the older man, little more than a person-sized ragdoll at the moment, easily moved and manipulated any way Klaus might like. Luckily, he only wants to offer comfort-- and who better to know exactly the style and type of comfort he would need than himself?
Words are too much to even debate or consider just yet, his own thoughts aren't even forming words right now, it's more like a long, agonized scream instead. He clings to Klaus tightly, pressing his face against his shoulder and decides to ride this out until he remembers how to breathe again.