Whether broken sobbing was better than straight wailing, Minoru wasn’t sure. But Minoru made himself comfortable, pulled Ziggy into his lap and held him there. Both arms wrapped around him in a secure embrace, and unconsciously, he rocked a little, though nothing too jarring for an Anthean.

“You’re safe to feel whatever you feel for as long as you feel it.” He insisted between the cries. “I’ve got you, Ziggy. We’ve all got you.”

He meant those words with all his heart.

He didn’t fully understand the exact nature of an Anthean grieving a lover, the painful bonds that must be broken. But he was a twin, and if something like that happened to Isamu, he knew he’d probably be as inconsolable as Ziggy was right now.