[A small step in the right direction, a sentence closer to acceptance, and Rin finds himself relaxing, offering a sympathetic smile.]
I know. Everything that is really worthwhile doesn't come easy.
[Because Rin has learned this in his own way, from his own struggles, his battle to overcome his shortcomings in Australia, and all the depressive feelings that followed. Because he, too, had broken down once, not in his body but in spirit, and even now there's still that ghost of a whisper planting lies in his mind-- that maybe he really isn't good enough, that all his hard work might be for nothing. Because he might not have felt pain in the flesh, but his heart had been ripped out of his ribcage and crushed, his lungs rinsed in darkness.
It hadn't been easy, it's never never easy to plunge into the abyss and climb back up. But Rin had pulled through, and he knows Sousuke is the same as him; he just needs to find his light again.]
I can't do much more than just sit there with you through the whole process, but I'll do it. [He starts again, red still locked on teal, as though repeating himself could give Sousuke a better sense of certainty, better reassurance.] And I know it will be worth it, in the end. You will definitely have your arm again, and your shoulder will heal, too, and then--
[He needs pause to curb his own enthusiasm, that invincible hope that might either be overwhelming or just plain obnoxious to someone who's lost theirs, a moment to breathe and reel it in. But this is not like Rin, and his efforts only last for a handful of seconds; next, he's smiling again, beaming with his eyes, if not his lips.]
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I know. Everything that is really worthwhile doesn't come easy.
[Because Rin has learned this in his own way, from his own struggles, his battle to overcome his shortcomings in Australia, and all the depressive feelings that followed. Because he, too, had broken down once, not in his body but in spirit, and even now there's still that ghost of a whisper planting lies in his mind-- that maybe he really isn't good enough, that all his hard work might be for nothing. Because he might not have felt pain in the flesh, but his heart had been ripped out of his ribcage and crushed, his lungs rinsed in darkness.
It hadn't been easy, it's never never easy to plunge into the abyss and climb back up. But Rin had pulled through, and he knows Sousuke is the same as him; he just needs to find his light again.]
I can't do much more than just sit there with you through the whole process, but I'll do it. [He starts again, red still locked on teal, as though repeating himself could give Sousuke a better sense of certainty, better reassurance.] And I know it will be worth it, in the end. You will definitely have your arm again, and your shoulder will heal, too, and then--
[He needs pause to curb his own enthusiasm, that invincible hope that might either be overwhelming or just plain obnoxious to someone who's lost theirs, a moment to breathe and reel it in. But this is not like Rin, and his efforts only last for a handful of seconds; next, he's smiling again, beaming with his eyes, if not his lips.]
Sousuke... You do realize what that means, right?