[The tension is concerning at first, almost offputting. Murdoc wonders if this was what he wanted at all, or if perhaps he'd just missunderstood the situation. He considers pulling away from the embrace, feeling like an idiot.
And then he shifts for his arm and any doubt he had begins to fade away. Instead, he circles the arm tighter around Dirk, stroking his back with his hand as he sobs.
He makes a soft sound of concern in response, letting his head lean forward until their foreheads are touching and he looks down into Dirk's eyes. His own face is lined with worry as he watches Dirk. He wants to say something comforting. Something uplifting. Nothing comes to mind. He can't verbalise anything with enough depth or warmth because it's never been his place to say those things.
He shooshes him gently as he hears his voice quiver. Not because he wants him to shut up, but because he wants him to understand that he doesn't need to be thanked right now. He hasn't begun to do anything to justify that.
Watching for a long moment, Murdoc's eyes start to drift down Dirk's face from his eyes to his lips. He honestly has no idea how to convey sympathy through words, but he thinks maybe his actions can speak for him. He moves his own face down, gently pecking the corner of his mouth before catching Dirk's lips with his and kissing him as tenderly as he can manage. He squeezes Dirk's hand in return, his other hand still rubbing circles over the other man's back.]
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And then he shifts for his arm and any doubt he had begins to fade away. Instead, he circles the arm tighter around Dirk, stroking his back with his hand as he sobs.
He makes a soft sound of concern in response, letting his head lean forward until their foreheads are touching and he looks down into Dirk's eyes. His own face is lined with worry as he watches Dirk. He wants to say something comforting. Something uplifting. Nothing comes to mind. He can't verbalise anything with enough depth or warmth because it's never been his place to say those things.
He shooshes him gently as he hears his voice quiver. Not because he wants him to shut up, but because he wants him to understand that he doesn't need to be thanked right now. He hasn't begun to do anything to justify that.
Watching for a long moment, Murdoc's eyes start to drift down Dirk's face from his eyes to his lips. He honestly has no idea how to convey sympathy through words, but he thinks maybe his actions can speak for him. He moves his own face down, gently pecking the corner of his mouth before catching Dirk's lips with his and kissing him as tenderly as he can manage. He squeezes Dirk's hand in return, his other hand still rubbing circles over the other man's back.]