[ Shino's not even sure right now, not operating on anything like deeper reasoning or logic. However, irrational emotions respond to equally irrational stimuli at times, and the words are something he can hear and hold onto. Through a sobbing like breath, he says: ]
Promise?
[ Which is... such a childish thing to say, in so many ways, but it's the one entreaty he can make when what he desperately needs to hear is yes. He's only managed to look toward Wen Ning through his own hands, not so much ignoring that outstretched hand as simply looking past it, unseeing, to focus on his face. ]
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Promise?
[ Which is... such a childish thing to say, in so many ways, but it's the one entreaty he can make when what he desperately needs to hear is yes. He's only managed to look toward Wen Ning through his own hands, not so much ignoring that outstretched hand as simply looking past it, unseeing, to focus on his face. ]