there's a flaw in my design

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"Speech!"
Malachai would not have considered himself generally particularly affectionate. He'd never really been raised to be, sure he wasn't nervous about physical connection every now and then but he usually only extended it to things like play wrestling with his sister or friendly pushes and nudges. But somehow, and despite the sobbing of the man he held at his chest, holding Grimshaw like this felt right. Of course he wished his friend wasn't distressed so he'd take this moment of realization with him to his grave but he couldn't help but notice just how well their bodies seemed to fit together.

Grimshaw lamented his situation and Malachai squeezed the other boy for a moment. "I know, I know." He cooed softly. He didn't, not really, he couldn't really understand the terror that coursed through his friend, and even if he discovered it's origin he would never be able to fully identify with it. That day hadn't exactly been sunshine and roses for either of them, Malachai had feared he might lose his closest and really only friend but he couldn't begin to empathize with the fear of death that had come over Grimshaw. But it still felt like the right thing to say. "I'm right here though, if you need me." It was true, Armada and Ashen had ever been close allies and they were mostly allowed to come and go between the pack lands as they wanted, Malachai was literally right next door if Grim ever needed him.

"Speech!"

every second i'm without you i'm a mess