[A gentle squeeze like that can break a man apart. Yoojin's overripe grief bursts like a grape.]
It was my fault.
[His hand shoots up to capture Leona's, tangling their fingers together and holding on with the desperate ferocity of the drowned. It's like that point of contact, that show of care, is the only thing anchoring him against a storm.]
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It was my fault.
[His hand shoots up to capture Leona's, tangling their fingers together and holding on with the desperate ferocity of the drowned. It's like that point of contact, that show of care, is the only thing anchoring him against a storm.]