04-16-2018, 03:26 AM
Aizawa watches him with a bit of discomfort. He stares as he comes close to breaking down, the grin on his face flimsy, but not at all insincere. He can see the cocktail of emotions in his eyes, and he doesn't feel that much different. There were so many questions, but so little answers. It frustrated him, yet there wasn't much he could do about it. Really, all they could do was try and adapt to this new life. It would definitely be difficult with the memories that would haunt them.
The boy's reaction is understandable--being reunited after such a traumatic experience would bring anyone to tears. Except for Aizawa, as he lays there with dry eyes, as always. He feels bad for Izuku, knowing how hard it must have been for him, being alone like this. Still, he isn't the most emotional person. If you were to go to anyone for comfort, he probably wouldn't be the most ideal person.
As he comes closer, his head dipping down and laying against his shoulder, he allows him to seek comfort from the touch. It's the least he can for him. Still, he can't help but feel a bit off. "You'll get tears all over my scarf," he says, deadpan. Really, he doesn't care. He's just trying to cut the tension in the air. Plus, being like that with the smell of blood strong in his nose probably isn't very pleasant. "We'll have time for this later. Right now, I'd like to get some rest," and try to regroup, but he didn't say that out-loud. Not only that, he didn't want to think about how he died right now--about how any of them had. He was still trying to get over the fact he had let them all down.
"SPEECH"
The boy's reaction is understandable--being reunited after such a traumatic experience would bring anyone to tears. Except for Aizawa, as he lays there with dry eyes, as always. He feels bad for Izuku, knowing how hard it must have been for him, being alone like this. Still, he isn't the most emotional person. If you were to go to anyone for comfort, he probably wouldn't be the most ideal person.
As he comes closer, his head dipping down and laying against his shoulder, he allows him to seek comfort from the touch. It's the least he can for him. Still, he can't help but feel a bit off. "You'll get tears all over my scarf," he says, deadpan. Really, he doesn't care. He's just trying to cut the tension in the air. Plus, being like that with the smell of blood strong in his nose probably isn't very pleasant. "We'll have time for this later. Right now, I'd like to get some rest," and try to regroup, but he didn't say that out-loud. Not only that, he didn't want to think about how he died right now--about how any of them had. He was still trying to get over the fact he had let them all down.
"SPEECH"