[ It is an awkward hug; it's not close enough to be a good one, a properly warm one. It still makes Yu's lungs swell raggedly. For a moment he's still, like he might be content that way, but then his arms wrap themselves loosely around Minato's waist in return. He tilts his head, and their noses brush; he leans forward a little more, and he's able to press the side of his face against Minato's hair instead.
It's alright that Minato is silent. He is, too. He's run out of words to say. Yu will stay like that for a long time, merely hanging on, until he finds he has the strength to speak again.
The first thing he says, low and steady and achingly concerned, is: ]
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It's alright that Minato is silent. He is, too. He's run out of words to say. Yu will stay like that for a long time, merely hanging on, until he finds he has the strength to speak again.
The first thing he says, low and steady and achingly concerned, is: ]
You alright?