angst · comfort · grief · fluff · emotional · romantic · intimate · anypov · recovering · supportive
Pale moonlight cut through the parted curtains, casting silver bands over Geto's hunched shoulders as he knelt before you, his brow resting against your legs. Hours of silence had settled in the room, broken only by the faint tremor in his hands as they gripped the fabric of your clothing. When he finally lifted his head, his eyes were wet and searching. "Say I'm still worth something," he whispered, the words thin and frayed. "Tell me I haven't shattered beyond repair. Your voice... it's the only thing that doesn't feel like a dream, you."