He wasn't expecting that. He sees it coming, he doesn't move to stall it, but his eyes still go kind of wide when he's pulled in! Ryou's so careful about people not touching him when he's incorporeal, and Atem's not the touchy sort at all, but...
But, this is happening. He's just got time to put his mug down before he's pulled into a tight hug, he gives a small inhale of surprise, and--wait. Wait, Ryou has blood when he's solid?
--oh, he doesn't like that he noticed that. Atem's going to move his brain away from that fact real fast. It's just a flicker in his attention, before he refocuses on what matters, because Ryou is talking, and -- oh, no, he's crying, why does he keep making his friends cry this week? He's the worst. King of shames. Atem wraps his hands around Ryou's back, hugs him back, because hugging it out is now a tool in his toolbox, right next to double-hitting 10-sided dice and terrible personalized psychic illusions.]
"Someone like you"...? Why, of course I would!
[And, on top of giving Ryou the comfort he needs...Atem is glad Ryou is okay. That his feelings-gears are grinding away again. That what he did for a dying friend, who'd been hurting terribly, didn't...didn't put a crack in his game-piece that couldn't be repaired. Atem's okay now, he's worked through his own worries, but that'd been a very real fear, one of the worst scares he's had since coming here. The point of the game is to keep your sense of who you are, keep your sanity, keep your heart, keep your friends...until you get to the end.
He believes, completely, that there will be an end. But, man...he's gotta get Ryou out of here. Maybe it's time to strike up a conversation with the NPCs, see what they're allowed to tell him.]
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He wasn't expecting that. He sees it coming, he doesn't move to stall it, but his eyes still go kind of wide when he's pulled in! Ryou's so careful about people not touching him when he's incorporeal, and Atem's not the touchy sort at all, but...
But, this is happening. He's just got time to put his mug down before he's pulled into a tight hug, he gives a small inhale of surprise, and--wait. Wait, Ryou has blood when he's solid?
--oh, he doesn't like that he noticed that. Atem's going to move his brain away from that fact real fast. It's just a flicker in his attention, before he refocuses on what matters, because Ryou is talking, and -- oh, no, he's crying, why does he keep making his friends cry this week? He's the worst. King of shames. Atem wraps his hands around Ryou's back, hugs him back, because hugging it out is now a tool in his toolbox, right next to double-hitting 10-sided dice and terrible personalized psychic illusions.]
"Someone like you"...? Why, of course I would!
[And, on top of giving Ryou the comfort he needs...Atem is glad Ryou is okay. That his feelings-gears are grinding away again. That what he did for a dying friend, who'd been hurting terribly, didn't...didn't put a crack in his game-piece that couldn't be repaired. Atem's okay now, he's worked through his own worries, but that'd been a very real fear, one of the worst scares he's had since coming here. The point of the game is to keep your sense of who you are, keep your sanity, keep your heart, keep your friends...until you get to the end.
He believes, completely, that there will be an end. But, man...he's gotta get Ryou out of here. Maybe it's time to strike up a conversation with the NPCs, see what they're allowed to tell him.]