[ Waver needs nothing more. He buries himself against Iskandar, hands gripping his clothing so hard his knuckles stand out white. His shoulders heave, breath catching, chest squeezing; the sobs are quiet, muffled against Iskandar's front. He can't stop himself. He tries, and the tears are suddenly spilling, a dam burst inside of him with the overwhelming pressure of all the confusing, mixed emotions that crash over him in waves. Relief, joy, resentment, fear, anger, confusion leaving him dizzy and short of breath, gasping through the tears.

When Iskandar moves to pull away even a little, Waver resists. ]

You don't... you don't r-remember...

[ He realizes it all of a sudden, with yet more confusion and relief and anger making his heart pound erratically in his temples with each shallow breath.

Waver knows he would never leave on purpose, of course. He doesn't blame Iskandar. But he can't help it. Logic doesn't mitigate the rawness of the hurt. ]

Just-- not yet. Don't ask yet. Please. Just... hold me like this. A bit longer...