[ Lio doesn't move away. He doesn't cry either, because he doesn't know how to - doesn't want to feel the depths of that grief again right now, tearing open the wound again. At least this time he doesn't feel as alone. Galo is here, and he trusts him, feels almost better knowing that someone can shed tears about it. Galo is holding on loosely, but Lio pulls in tighter, forehead against his chest, arms moving to circle his waist back and holding him there.]
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