Pillow-Fort for Two! (Walther)

[Walther Ebersbacher]

Oh, that really was going to get to him. He was one for picking up on emotions, and usually feeling them himself. He really missed them, he really, really did. And others talking about just how much they did really made him sad. He really did understand where Darian was coming from. Many of the nights he had spent were spent crying softly in to his pillow, probably much to the annoyance of his dorm mates, who didn't really seem to say anything about it.

When he'd mentioned Harry Potter, though, his eyes lit up. That was one of his favorite series! And luckily, there was a version of the books that was translated in to German. The movies, too, while still English, at least had German subtitles. Maybe he had some sort of mystique, too. A little sub-thought to accompany the terror of his practical kidnapping. Hogwarts would have been an amazing place to go to... Instead of a man in a suit coming to take someone away, it could have been something like running through a brick wall in a train station.

When people cried, or were about to, it was a very hard thing to cover up. He turned once again, gently laying an arm across Darian's chest. He felt that hitched breathing in his chest, the sort that indicated a round of sobbing. So, doing what he figured would be the best thing to console him, Walther gave Darian a big hug. Not tight, not aggressive, just nice and snug. A solidarity sort of thing, as he wished someone would have given him a hug when he first came. It was really all he needed.

That burning in his eyes, it was coming up for him, too. Now that the conversation was entirely on the topic of families. He was ready to break down and cry. What if they did every night, missing him? He didn't have any siblings. And all of his cousins lived many, many hours away. They had no children left... His eyes reddened, and a lone teardrop trailed down his right cheek.

[Darian Barker]

Darian had been trying his hardest to restrain those tears, so when he could tell that Walther was about to cry as well, he felt guilty. Angry at himself for even bringing the subject up. But then he realized that solidarity, that sympathy. He wasn't the only boy here who missed his parents. They all missed their parents, they had to. The burden of going to sleep, wondering if his mother was thinking about him, lonely in her bed and her big empty house wasn't only his. Everyone felt that. And Walther felt that.
The guilt and anger was gone, replaced by an intense sorrow, probably the most intense feeling he'd felt since he arrived at this place. 

Gingerly, he turned onto his side to face the smaller boy, and wrapped an arm around his shoulders as well, head against the pillow. He let the tears fall, opening the door for the other boy to do the same, but restrained his sobbing or his noises. Instead, his gaze fixed on the wall of the fort, brow low, glaring right ahead. He patted Walther's back and rubbed it, chin firm against his head.

They hadn't known eachother for long, but they already shared more than anything that he had ever shared with the students he'd met, or his brothers, or his mother. They shared it in a mutual heartbreak, and mutual longing.

[Walther Ebersbacher]

He couldn't hold it for much longer. Forget worrying about looking like a wimp. If Darian felt it, so did he. One couldn't just live life trying to look tough. Trying all the time to bury their sorrow. He'd already gone through that in Germany. He tried to never tell anybody about his problems until it just got so big, the pile so large, that he couldn't take it any more.

This wouldn't be one of those times. He rubbed Darian's back right back, letting himself cry. Letting himself cry it right out. He couldn't care less if anyone else just walked right in, even that asshole roommate of theirs, Erik. He missed his family so much. His parents were everything to them, and, for most of his life, his only friends. That was why he was so glad to have Darian, now. Sure, he made other friends. Sure, he could game with Judah or study with Nao. But until now, he didn't get to spill this much to anybody.

He didn't care for how long he knew Darian prior. It felt like they were already destined to be close, in a way. And in a new territory like this, a hostile ground, one had to make connections. This one was his, and he held the other boy like he was never going to let go. He already didn't know where he would be without someone like this after another month or two in Hammel.

One of Walther's hands strayed up to the back of his neck, the other remained affixed on his shoulder. Though his crying did slow in the few minutes that he longed and remembered, his grip did not falter. Not one bit.

[Darian Barker]

Darian stopped crying a little bit before Walther did, and he spent time just holding him, nice and firm. Walther clearly needed this closeness as much as he did. He let them remain like this for a while, until the tears stopped coming, and his eyes were dry. He didn't say anything cruel, or teasing; it wasn't the time for that. Instead, he gave the boy one last hug and slowly slipped off his arms, patting him. He lowly groaned as he sat himself upright, hand flat against the ground.

That was a little while expended... he felt emotionally drained now, and rightfully so. There really wasn't anything more on the subject that he could say, or that needed to be said. He ran his hand back through his hair, against the back of his head, and crawled over Walter's body to slip past the cloth door.

"Let's go get something to eat, okay?" he offered, voice low and crackly, "I mean, if you're hungry." 

[Walther Ebersbacher]

That actually felt really, really great. Letting out those feelings, that red face smiled. The sadness in his eyes replaced by a glimmer of happiness. He sat up, as well, leaning in to Darian a little bit, feeling a sort of attachment. Upon that offer to eat, he absolutely did feel the slight pang of hunger. Though that was accompanied by a desire to be around Darian.

Who would have thought that the day would have wound up like this? Something that started as a mundane walk, alongside classes. Then it'd wind up in to a brief planning of a Pillow Empire, talking to his new friend about anything, really. Then winding up being something incredibly... Emotional. Walther didn't plan on crying today! Hah, he felt a little silly, now that he did it.

The cafeteria had some good food. The chef was an interesting fellow. He heard that his power was to stop other people's powers. But the salient question was of course if he could stop food fights. "Maybe we can go eat in the cafeteria. I don't think anybody should be in there."