un; emiyashirou

[hero_of_her]

[The young man that appears on the video looks extremely nervous and uncomfortable.]

Listen, with everything going on lately I haven't been able to...

[He sighs, starts over. He hates this. Asking for help is so hard, but he isn't the only one at risk if here.]

I noticed a while back that the more Chroma I have the easier it is to deal with... well... A particular situation that I have at hand. [Oh man, that terrible pun wasn't on purpose and he looks even more uncomfortable realizing that he did it.]

But I'm not very good at collecting Chroma. I have someone back home and I don't want to betray her. I was thinking, though, that for the brief time she was here she was pretty clear that she didn't want me to suffer.

I don't want to either, I guess. [That part is up for debate.]

This is me asking for people willing to help me out.

[He looks frustrated at the whole idea as soon as he says it.]

You know what, nevermind. This is stupid.

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[hero_of_her]

[He's not a child anymore, but there's always going to be that part of him that wants to be a child again with his mysterious and strong father - the man who saved him - there to help comfort him.

As much as he wants to handle everything himself, having Kiritsugu around always brings that part of him out.]

A nap does sound nice. [He slowly leans against Kiritsugu and can already feel the way that the Chroma flows between them.]

[originbullets]

( He's quick to wrap his arms around him when Shirou leans back, using himself as a prop to keep his son upright. Okay, he needs to do this. )

I want you to conserve as much chroma as you can. ( He's starting to feel warm, himself, from the contact. ) Let me carry you to your room.

( He's assuming he'd be more comfortable in there. )

[hero_of_her]

[Carry him?? Shirou's eyes widen at the thought. He almost jerks up and insists that he doesn't need to be carried, but it feels so nice to be against his father right now that instead he just makes a soft, surprised noise and shakes his head.]

Here is fine.

[originbullets]

( That's fair. Even though Kiritsugu might think the act would only serve to his son's benefit, he'll concede to Shirou's stubbornness. )

That'll be fine. ( Instinctively, he runs a hand through Shirou's hair. ) Then let me grab you a blanket, okay?

( That point he is not conceding, feeling a pang of guilt by his son's inability to produce much body heat. )

[hero_of_her]

[The hand in his hair feels very comforting. He pulls away to give his father space to move to get a blanket and nods in agreement.

He can deal with someone going to get him a blanket much easier than someone carrying him.]

This is so late, I'm sorry.

[originbullets]

( Well. It doesn't take Kiritsugu long before he's practically sprinting out of the room and down the hall, returning with an unraveled blanket practically dragging across the floor.

Clearly, your father didn't put much thought into his plans where Shirou's well being was concerned.

But now that he's back, he delicately places the fleece throw over his shoulders, pulling him into heartfelt embrace, speaking in an almost hushed whisper. )

Just rest your head. You'll be alright.