[ Gino doesn't need to say anything. His actions speak volumes, and though he had been trying his hardest to keep his composure before he'd arrived, it was plain to see just how much pain had been building up inside of him. Though he doesn't know what it means to have a father that meant so much to him, he knows that this kind of pain isn't so easily numbed.
Zuko doesn't move from where he's sitting when he feels Gino's hands curl into his shirt. He's crumbling, and though he questions just how he should respond, something tells him he doesn't need to do much of anything. Just needing a shoulder to cry on wasn't just a common saying. Even if Gino seems to be fresh out of tears.
After a long moment, he raises his arms and wraps them loosely around Gino's form. It's strange-- the other man is larger than he is, but in his grief, curled up like this, he almost feels small. ]
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Zuko doesn't move from where he's sitting when he feels Gino's hands curl into his shirt. He's crumbling, and though he questions just how he should respond, something tells him he doesn't need to do much of anything. Just needing a shoulder to cry on wasn't just a common saying. Even if Gino seems to be fresh out of tears.
After a long moment, he raises his arms and wraps them loosely around Gino's form. It's strange-- the other man is larger than he is, but in his grief, curled up like this, he almost feels small. ]