[ A blissful moment of silence followed, and Tavros just stood there staring between the ground and Gamzee. He prepared himself for the worst, but he figured that standing here like a total idiot is not going to fix anything. And dear god he needs to fix this right now before it gets any worst.

It took a great deal of hesitations before he urged his legs to move, and a few easy steps brought him closer to Gamzee's side. He stood there for a while, making sure the highblood was aware of his presence before pressing his hand against the center of his back, gently sliding it up and down his spinal line. Nice and easy.

Nope. He can't walk away from this. If he had to apologize a million times he's going to do it. He can't afford to lose his brother. ]

It's okay, brother. It's not the right time to talk about this. My bad. You're not feeling very well, and- we can just drop it. Forget about it, too. Or maybe talk about it later when you feel better, whatever you want.

I just ... don't want to upset you anymore.

[ God, it really hurts watching Gamzee like this. He just wants it to stop. ]

... Okay?