[If there was one thing Raylan was good at, it was being the post that people could lean themselves against for a minute, and he didn't care about his shirt or the tears or the snot that would follow it. He didn't say it was okay, he didn't offer any soft whispered platitudes like 'it's alright'. It wasn't alright. Logan was gone, for better or worse. The cornerstone of everything Roman had built himself off of, built himself to try to impress and be loved by, was in a box, in the ground.
No way to sugarcoat that.
So he says nothing and holds Roman the way Logan should have held him, thumb brushing back and forth in Roman's hair a little. He could hold the younger man's weight as much as needed.
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No way to sugarcoat that.
So he says nothing and holds Roman the way Logan should have held him, thumb brushing back and forth in Roman's hair a little. He could hold the younger man's weight as much as needed.
He does say one thing.]
Just breathe, Rome, remember to breathe.