[ Being greeted off the bat with a hug is unexpected, and it's an evident measure to him of how upset Tohsaka is. Whoever her "familiar" was, he must have meant a lot to her, for her to take his loss hard enough to break her usual composure. Maybe he can understand a little—though the man who, for him, had vanished from the hotel had been a dead man to begin with, his appearance so abrupt and fleeting that Tomura still has difficulty believing he hadn't been an illusion conjured by this wretched place. If all she wants for enduring this is a hug, he won't begrudge her that.
This much he can manage, having by now been primed for it by the amount of physical contact facilitated here, so despite the initial surprise, he relaxes into it. He curls his free arm around her back, holding her firm without replicating her squeeze, wordlessly letting her work out her distress against his body. What's the right thing to say or do for her? He only ever knows how to try and fix the issue—not talk someone past what maybe can't be fixed. Unbidden, the memory of his sister flashes through his mind; maybe Hana would've grown into the kind of person who always had the right words, who would know what to say in this situation. He'd always leaned on her for that. But here, all he has is himself and his presence. ]
Yeah.
[ Not knowing how long he'd be staying or what she'd want to do, he'd grabbed his Sw!tch as basic entertainment, just in case. Rather than hanging out in his hoodie pocket like usual though, he's wearing a T-shirt, and so the console had been tucked into the large pockets of his sweatpants. ]
Gonna let me go first?
[ There's a tinge of amusement to his tone, but with a warmth that verges on fond. If she doesn't release him, he'll awkwardly lean over and set down his pillowcase of stolen goods before scooping her up, one arm secured around her waist and the other looped beneath her backside, keeping her mostly upright for the short walk to her couch, which they can both collapse into. ]
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This much he can manage, having by now been primed for it by the amount of physical contact facilitated here, so despite the initial surprise, he relaxes into it. He curls his free arm around her back, holding her firm without replicating her squeeze, wordlessly letting her work out her distress against his body. What's the right thing to say or do for her? He only ever knows how to try and fix the issue—not talk someone past what maybe can't be fixed. Unbidden, the memory of his sister flashes through his mind; maybe Hana would've grown into the kind of person who always had the right words, who would know what to say in this situation. He'd always leaned on her for that. But here, all he has is himself and his presence. ]
Yeah.
[ Not knowing how long he'd be staying or what she'd want to do, he'd grabbed his Sw!tch as basic entertainment, just in case. Rather than hanging out in his hoodie pocket like usual though, he's wearing a T-shirt, and so the console had been tucked into the large pockets of his sweatpants. ]
Gonna let me go first?
[ There's a tinge of amusement to his tone, but with a warmth that verges on fond. If she doesn't release him, he'll awkwardly lean over and set down his pillowcase of stolen goods before scooping her up, one arm secured around her waist and the other looped beneath her backside, keeping her mostly upright for the short walk to her couch, which they can both collapse into. ]