[He feels smaller than he even is now, shocked by the surrealism of being so easily lifted by someone else. He's so used to being the tallest person around, usually by at least a good foot, that this makes him feel as though the whole world has skewed somehow.
His body easily folds into Zack's arms without protestation, and he's lost for a second in how bizarrely heavy his legs feel in comparison to the rest of him. It's like they're made of lead, prickling with pins and needles from the exertion of using them briefly.]
W--
[His head snaps up at those words, eyes growing as round as saucers. And then all of a sudden his face is crumpling into sobs, the dull racking of his chest and the tears can't hide how beyond touched and happy he is, though.]
I guess you're right, I just didn't it see it before now.
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His body easily folds into Zack's arms without protestation, and he's lost for a second in how bizarrely heavy his legs feel in comparison to the rest of him. It's like they're made of lead, prickling with pins and needles from the exertion of using them briefly.]
W--
[His head snaps up at those words, eyes growing as round as saucers. And then all of a sudden his face is crumpling into sobs, the dull racking of his chest and the tears can't hide how beyond touched and happy he is, though.]
I guess you're right, I just didn't it see it before now.