"Paint bombs are more his style" Connor mused, followin Kijani in. It was so rare for her to admit to any type of weakness, so rare for her to admit to tiredness. He didn't even hesitate, not particularly caring what anyone thought, he wrapped his arms around her, enveloping her in a hug. He kissed the top of her head, and said softly, "I know"
Because he didn't know what was wrong, the only help, the only support he could give was his comfort, his...solidity. That was all he could give. His voice was tender, loving, caring. Soft. "Whatever is wrong, I'll be here"
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Kijani went very still when Connor hugged her. She was afraid that if she moved, even breathed too deeply, then she'd shatter. She'd crumble into a million fragments and tell him everything. That couldn't happen. That wouldn't happen. She was going to be strong, just a little while longer.
"I know that." She dared to speak, and prayed that he couldn't hear anything but strength in her. Not pain, not regret, and not guilt.