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[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.

And all he says is:]

I know.

[abracafcku]

[There's a brief spate of silence, Taako trying to control his breathing before he does something he regrets. It's been a long time since he felt this angry, this hurt, and he doesn't know how to deal with it. It's easier to shove it all aside and be a petty bitch, but Magnus doesn't deserve to be her proxy for that. No one deserves it except the woman who stole everything from him, but she's not here. If she ever shows up? Taako doesn't know what he'll do--

He isn't paying attention to Magnus until he feels arms surround him. At first, he freezes, unsure of what exactly is even happening to him. Taako doesn't get hugs. He rarely lets anyone touch him with such intimacy with the exception of Kravitz, and so he's left not knowing what to do for the second time in as many minutes. There's a moment - the shortest, smallest of moments - when he starts to relax, wanting comfort from someone who understands how much he's lost and how hurt he is. The smell of a woodshop is weirdly familiar and calming and he almost, almost lets himself indulge in this. Magnus is warm and solid and here, and they've been through a lot in the past year.

But then the moment ends and Taako scrambles, pushing at Magnus's chest and arms like a trapped feral cat without claws. He twists and ducks, doing whatever he can to get away, knowing that he's probably messing up his hair something awful, but he can at least use that as a distraction later. Right now? He needs to get away. This is too much for him. He can't accept this yet.]

Ugh, get off me - you're stiflingly hot and smell like a coat rack at a hoedown!

[woodcarving]

[He feels that. He feels that, Taako! And for a second, a brief second, his heart warms-- and then Taako's squirreling around, writhing like a cat who doesn't want to get in the carrier, and Magnus decides it's better to let him go. He thinks his point has gotten through this time.]

It'd probably be weird if I started smelling like flowers and cookies-- [like you, he means] -- but I wouldn't mind.

[abracafcku]

Nope, I have that market cornered and I'll slap you with a trademark infringement if you even think about muscling in on my brand.

[He's free and Taako takes a few generous steps away, smoothing out his clothes and his hair. He...has a lot to think about honestly. A lot that hurts in places that he thought were long since over being hurt. He needs to think and be alone, but...he also needs to be somewhere. He needs to be with someone he isn't allowed to remember yet.]

So, y'know, fair warning on that one. Consider yourself served.