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Blade:
- Notices almost instantly the signs of your distress even if you try to hide it, the way your breathing changes, your shoulders tense, your eyes avoid contact, your hands tremble.
- Is not good with words so he gives you space. Blade knows pushing himself onto you might take the things worse for you. He lingers nearby, quietly, waiting for you to reach for him. His presence is grounding, he doesn’t overwhelm you with words, but is being attentive to your reactions and actions.
- When you finally seek him out on the verge of tears, he doesn’t ask why. He just silently makes space for you, opening his arms slightly, wordlessly — as an invitation, not pressure. Blade lets you bury yourself against his chest — something he doesn’t let anyone to do — and carefully wraps his arms around you in some kind awkward yet comforting hug. His heartbeat is steady and grounding.
- He’s very protective in this state — anyone who tries to approach will receive his glare until they back off. Not that anyone dares even to approach him, except for Kafka, Silver Wolf and Firefly who will just coo at the adorableness of the situation and Blade’s protectiveness over you.
Their reaction might makehimoverwhelmed and then he will need to seek help from you. - Doesn’t really say anything to you — he thinks that any comforting words from him will sound awkward, so he just hugs you tighter and places his chin atop of your head while his hand is soothingly stroking your back.
- Once you’ve calmed down, he’ll make sure that you’re fine and bring you some water/tear or snacks. He doesn’t say ‘Are you better now?’ instead he quietly does acts of service for you.
Boothill:
- His first instinct when he sees you distressed with shallow breathing and tremble hands is to crack a light joke, but he immediately stops himself when he realises humor won’t help right now. He’ll crouch down in front of you to your eye level, trying to read your expressions without overwhelming you more: “Darlin’, you lookin’ at me like this ‘cause you need me? Alright then, I gotcha.” He says in a soft yet a bit playful voice.
- When you finally come to him, trembling and on the verge of tears, his whole demeanor softens instantly. Boothill gets a little more physical (since you allow him to do so): he scoops you up or drapes his metal arm around you (carefully), pulling you into a safe, protective embrace. He’ll shield you from sensory chaos or light by literally blocking it out — putting his hat over your eyes.
- He talks to you or hums something, giving you something consistent so you can focus on it instead on the overload. He cracks some jokes to lighten the tension, but never pushes it if you’re not ready.
- If you’re crying, Boothill doesn’t panic. He just wipes your tears and says, “It's nothin’ wrong with lettin’ it out. You don’t have to hide it from me.”
- Is patient with you. He doesn’t care how long it takes — he’ll sit there with you until you feel steady again, even if you want him to be quiet. When you’ve finally calmed down, he might lighten the mood with a soft chuckle: “Knew you’d come find me. No meltdown scary enough to keep me from you.”