Momo's hand tightened instantly around Signum's and the tears increased, the sobbing heard faintly from her throat. She squeezed her eyes shut and leaned her forehead against the knight. Her shoulders shook as she cried, but her body was very rigid. As much as she really, really, really appreciated Signum's willingness, it just didn't feel right. It was almost like sobbing on Hitsugaya over something he'd call her a dummy over, but not quite. She couldn't identify it, but it wasn't...
It wasn't what she needed.
What she needed was to be held like Renji always did those later years in the academy and when he was still in the 5th. It wasn't the familiarity she needed, nor was it something necessarily about Signum herself. If asked about it, Momo wouldn't be able to fully articulate why she chose to do what she did, but she knew it was better this way. Maybe, just maybe it was the familiarity in the end, but on a different level than most would think.
The shinigami drew in a deep breath after a few seconds of taking comfort in Signum and looked up at the knight. "Thank you, for trying," she whispered, squeezing the woman's hand.
She let go and turned to Hokuto, practically tackling the girl as she went, knocking her onto her rear as a harsh sob left her throat. The emotional overload from everything overrode her 'hugs = stabbity death' reflex and she wrapped her arms around the girl, taking handfuls of the girl's shirt in her grasp. Head upon Hokuto's shoulder, Momo closed her eyes and just cried.
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It wasn't what she needed.
What she needed was to be held like Renji always did those later years in the academy and when he was still in the 5th. It wasn't the familiarity she needed, nor was it something necessarily about Signum herself. If asked about it, Momo wouldn't be able to fully articulate why she chose to do what she did, but she knew it was better this way. Maybe, just maybe it was the familiarity in the end, but on a different level than most would think.
The shinigami drew in a deep breath after a few seconds of taking comfort in Signum and looked up at the knight. "Thank you, for trying," she whispered, squeezing the woman's hand.
She let go and turned to Hokuto, practically tackling the girl as she went, knocking her onto her rear as a harsh sob left her throat. The emotional overload from everything overrode her 'hugs = stabbity death' reflex and she wrapped her arms around the girl, taking handfuls of the girl's shirt in her grasp. Head upon Hokuto's shoulder, Momo closed her eyes and just cried.