[Magnus watches all of this unfold in front of him and he just feels bad. He feels so damn bad. He doesn't know what to do, but he knows that Taako needs his personal space when he gets like that-- breathing through his teeth, clenching his jaw, dusky fingers tightening about the nearest surface like he wants to strangle something.
Taako's isolating himself like he always does, and--
-- and Magnus does something stupid, probably. He crosses the distance between them quickly and tries to swallow his smaller friend up in a big warm hug, aiming to hold Taako's head against his shoulder. When he was sobbing, absolutely inconsolable, someone else's big warm arms held Magnus like this. Mags smells like wood and leather and sword polish, and that's not as good as freshly-baking cookies, but it's better than the taste of bitter betrayal.
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Taako's isolating himself like he always does, and--
-- and Magnus does something stupid, probably. He crosses the distance between them quickly and tries to swallow his smaller friend up in a big warm hug, aiming to hold Taako's head against his shoulder. When he was sobbing, absolutely inconsolable, someone else's big warm arms held Magnus like this. Mags smells like wood and leather and sword polish, and that's not as good as freshly-baking cookies, but it's better than the taste of bitter betrayal.
And all he says is:]
I know.