[Though the embrace isn't quite as close as it was when Livio was trying to warm Nick back up, he holds on to what he can, without actively pulling Wolfwood back in. He doesn't want the other man to feel coddled or patronized, but he sure as hell is going to at least rub his shoulder or pat his back or... whatever feels least invasive, really.
It's reminiscent of childhood, somewhat, but not identical. Nick hadn't been the type to baby him, so much as grab him by the scruff and yank him up and out of his funk. Livio doesn't have the heart to be so rough; in fact, he finds his own eyes stinging in sympathy. But he holds it together, keeping steady for his oldest friend.]
You've got nothing to apologize to me for. I'm here, Nick.
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It's reminiscent of childhood, somewhat, but not identical. Nick hadn't been the type to baby him, so much as grab him by the scruff and yank him up and out of his funk. Livio doesn't have the heart to be so rough; in fact, he finds his own eyes stinging in sympathy. But he holds it together, keeping steady for his oldest friend.]
You've got nothing to apologize to me for. I'm here, Nick.