[That's a side of Midorima he has never seen, it's not that it's bad. It's honestly good, it means that even without Takao pushing and prodding him Midorima was able to really bond with someone, give part of himself, and open up.
Except, that means too now his friend has to know loss and that's the part of caring about other people that sucks. He wants to cry himself, not that he will but his own chest is tight he can only imagine what his friend is going through. If it were anyone else Takao would go to them and hug them. But it's Midorima, it has to be handled differently.
Because Takao wants him to let it out, if he holds it in it's only going to hurt him more in the long run. Quietly the point guard moves over, shifting so he is sitting in such a way that he and the shooter are back to back without actually touching. He can not see Midorima's face and Midorima can not see his. He is close enough to lean back if his friend decides he wants to but far enough to not push into his space in his usual manner. It also gives Midorima privacy should that tightness in his chest become too much. When he speaks it's unusually soft for Takao and just one word. He is just there waiting for Midorima, not much different than when he stood outside the locker room door.]
Sorry.
[He wishes he could make it magically better but the world does not work that way. All he can do is try to be a good friend now that he is here to help.]
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Except, that means too now his friend has to know loss and that's the part of caring about other people that sucks. He wants to cry himself, not that he will but his own chest is tight he can only imagine what his friend is going through. If it were anyone else Takao would go to them and hug them. But it's Midorima, it has to be handled differently.
Because Takao wants him to let it out, if he holds it in it's only going to hurt him more in the long run. Quietly the point guard moves over, shifting so he is sitting in such a way that he and the shooter are back to back without actually touching. He can not see Midorima's face and Midorima can not see his. He is close enough to lean back if his friend decides he wants to but far enough to not push into his space in his usual manner. It also gives Midorima privacy should that tightness in his chest become too much. When he speaks it's unusually soft for Takao and just one word. He is just there waiting for Midorima, not much different than when he stood outside the locker room door.]
Sorry.
[He wishes he could make it magically better but the world does not work that way. All he can do is try to be a good friend now that he is here to help.]