[The unspoken question hangs heavy between them. He knows the feeling as much as he hates it. Dangling in midair, unable to tell which direction is the right way to go. What the hell do you say? Every word fumbles in your hand until nothing sounds right. Even action looms with unsure results, so you don't do a fucking thing. Each time's a failure... and there's no escape.

Katsuki pushes off the tree and moves over to Raidou's side, close enough their shoulders can share warmth.]

Raidou, you don't need to say anything. [Would he be wrong if he guesses the other boy's guilt and frustration pushes him to feel he must open his mouth or he can't help anyone? Red eyes linger on Raidou from the side.]

Sometimes all you can to do is reach out- [he moves his arm, offering his hand to his friend.] -and hold on to put their heart at ease.

[How many suffering people needed nothing more than a single extended hand? No perfect words said, no questions needed, simply a silent, tangible reminder that someone else is here with them. Notices them. Hurting or healing, they're not alone. Presence alone can be comfort enough, no matter what state they're in.

It's all right. Why? Because i am here.]