[ In this moment there were no words he could say, the vast repertoire of fancy words and skills of his just falling short. He could almost hear his heartbeat ringing in his ears. Falling apart at the seams? Since when was that something that could be used to describe him, and why was it so, SO hard to manage to deflect those words?

Once the pasta had properly been strained, Lyney hesitated and just about backed away once the other took his hand. He went to protest but found himself in a hug that made his eyes widen, breath catching in his throat.

It was so warm and his heart ached horribly, as if gripped in a painful vice. A reminder how much he missed the contact from his sister, who definitely wasn't here. She wouldn't have avoided him for this long and just trying to insist Vaeros was keeping her from him just didn't feel right. How long could he have kept pretending she wasn't...? It was a bitter, souring thought and his shoulders slumped a little, bringing up his arms as to gently hug Vil in turn. ]

...Is it... really enough?

[ Lyney's voice is quiet, unsure and nothing like his usual self. That can't be helped, and the same could be said for how he couldn't afford to pull away just yet. ]

Trauma on top of trauma? You make it sound so bad... but it really isn't. We have a place to call our home and we're safe there... things have gotten better since we were saved by Father that day.

[ In his eyes, there was nothing wrong with that. Not being on the streets and having a warm home for his sister was all he could have asked for. They'd met Freminet and now look where they were. How could that be so wrong? ]