weeps

[ this is, perhaps, the first and only time that tighnari will not roll his eyes at one of cyno's jokes, for the moment he hears that familiar voice, his heart lifts, and squeezes tightly. he's never been more glad to hear one of cyno's stupid puns. tighnari whirls on the spot, his eyes wide, his ears pricked high. instinctively, his hand flies to the neck of his sweater, tugging it up over the burn scars around his throat. ]

- Cyno?

[ is it really him? it's not some terrible, cruel joke? but it certainly looks like him, sounds like him, jokes like him. tears prick the corners of his eyes, but tighnari blinks them rapidly back as he approaches. ]

Tell me it's really you.