( shanks sits up a little straighter at koby's next messages, obviously typed so frantically he hasn't bothered with his usual formalities — and without thinking, shanks reaches out to find that shade of pink, the shape of it so much smaller than it usually is, tightly wound and nearly imploding in on itself. a sharp twinge of panic seizes shanks' pulse for a moment — from koby or himself he can hardly tell — before he shoots off his response, careful not to let any of his own anxiety bleed into his messages, deliberately resisting the urge to rush to koby instead. whatever happened, they'll deal with it here, in the safety of shanks' harbor. )
Always. The door's unlocked.
( koby knows this, but it still bears repeating. a gentle reminder that shanks meant it when he said his door was always open, any day, any time, no questions asked. (it's as much for koby as it is for shanks, a roundabout, indirect way of saying company is always welcome.) shanks may not make his life story or his emotions readily available, but this is something that's always been important to him: being physically available for those he cares about, in whatever capacity that might be. )
no subject
Always.
The door's unlocked.
( koby knows this, but it still bears repeating. a gentle reminder that shanks meant it when he said his door was always open, any day, any time, no questions asked. (it's as much for koby as it is for shanks, a roundabout, indirect way of saying company is always welcome.) shanks may not make his life story or his emotions readily available, but this is something that's always been important to him: being physically available for those he cares about, in whatever capacity that might be. )