[He wavers visibly when Leia touches him, and the barely-restrained tears begin dripping down his face as his breath hitches.
In that moment, none of the facade he's been trying to put up this whole time seems to matter much anymore. It's not as if he'll ever prevent anyone from getting hurt, or that anything will ever improve through his efforts, so for once he allows himself the weakness he's worked so hard to deny.
He takes a single step to turn towards her and drops his face against the top of her head, trembling and very nearly seeming like he might just topple over onto her. His shoulders are slumped, arms limp by his sides; a distant part of his mind tells him he doesn't deserve any comfort, so he limits the contact to this almost subconsciously.]
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In that moment, none of the facade he's been trying to put up this whole time seems to matter much anymore. It's not as if he'll ever prevent anyone from getting hurt, or that anything will ever improve through his efforts, so for once he allows himself the weakness he's worked so hard to deny.
He takes a single step to turn towards her and drops his face against the top of her head, trembling and very nearly seeming like he might just topple over onto her. His shoulders are slumped, arms limp by his sides; a distant part of his mind tells him he doesn't deserve any comfort, so he limits the contact to this almost subconsciously.]