[With that simple silent offer, he turns slightly and buries his face against Dazai's shoulder. Hopefully the mafioso doesn't mind his shoulder getting partially soaked as Scott freely lets himself cry against him, letting his pent up feelings that have been growing the past couple of months finally out. He stops himself from sobbing loudly at least, just letting out small choked off noises, because he can't fully stop himself.
He doesn't say anything yet, mostly because he doesn't know where to begin or how much he actually wants to talk about still, but he's glad to have this much.]
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He doesn't say anything yet, mostly because he doesn't know where to begin or how much he actually wants to talk about still, but he's glad to have this much.]