[The sound breaks off in a whimper when Antonio takes his hands, forces him to look down at their joined hands instead of at the body of their friend lying at their feet. Every part of him cries out for gentle touch, but all he can feel is the wet, sticky blood cooling and drying on his skin.
He grips onto Antonio's hands, squeezes tight for a brief second, then looks up, meeting Orpheus' eyes as the boy comes over to them. Orpheus' offer is a gentle one, and Benjamin nods, shakily and then a little stronger.]
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He grips onto Antonio's hands, squeezes tight for a brief second, then looks up, meeting Orpheus' eyes as the boy comes over to them. Orpheus' offer is a gentle one, and Benjamin nods, shakily and then a little stronger.]
That's- that's fine, lad. Thank you.