[She's stunned silent by it, shock and overwhelming sympathy making her stumble over what the hell to say. She doesn't need the empathy bond to guess how that felt, knowing your parent wouldn't even try to fight, and sure, she has no real proof Ian felt that way, but she would, and something in the way he forces it out makes her guess.
Kyna can't imagine dealing with that alone, without family to soften the blow, and suddenly so much about him clicks into place. She pulls away from her place pressed into his side, enough to turn to him more fully and wrap both arms around him.
As always, she doesn't know what to say, what she could possibly say, so she falls back on what's familiar—pressing a kiss against his cheek, brief enough that it barely activates the empathy bond, certainly not long enough to recognize any concrete emotions. She doesn't want to force that level of intimacy when he's already opening up.]
I'm so, so sorry, Ian. That must have been fucking awful.
no subject
Kyna can't imagine dealing with that alone, without family to soften the blow, and suddenly so much about him clicks into place. She pulls away from her place pressed into his side, enough to turn to him more fully and wrap both arms around him.
As always, she doesn't know what to say, what she could possibly say, so she falls back on what's familiar—pressing a kiss against his cheek, brief enough that it barely activates the empathy bond, certainly not long enough to recognize any concrete emotions. She doesn't want to force that level of intimacy when he's already opening up.]
I'm so, so sorry, Ian. That must have been fucking awful.