Had he not felt so overwhelmed, Bulba might have pointed it out. But as it was now, the quiet words were the last little nudge the Venusaur needed to break down. He clung to the older saur and let himself cry against him, letting out all of the things he didn't know how to say.
Scared. Grateful. Hurt. Soothed. Worried. Shame. Guilt. Touched. Familiarity. Longing. Relief. It was too much to feel all at once. They each came out with his tears as he cried silently, save his shuddering gasps of breath. He wanted all of it gone. To be empty. That way he could just fill himself with all the care he felt in Vinnie's touch, with all of its warmth and light.
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Had he not felt so overwhelmed, Bulba might have pointed it out. But as it was now, the quiet words were the last little nudge the Venusaur needed to break down. He clung to the older saur and let himself cry against him, letting out all of the things he didn't know how to say.
Scared. Grateful. Hurt. Soothed. Worried. Shame. Guilt. Touched. Familiarity. Longing. Relief. It was too much to feel all at once. They each came out with his tears as he cried silently, save his shuddering gasps of breath. He wanted all of it gone. To be empty. That way he could just fill himself with all the care he felt in Vinnie's touch, with all of its warmth and light.
So he cried.]