[Lefou chokes a little on half a sob when he's pulled into a hug, wrapping his arms around Ford's chest and clinging to him, burying his face in the soft red knit of Ford's sweater.
It almost feels silly, that it hurts this bad even now that he knows they can get them back. But when he closes his eyes he still sees Maui lying there, he can still smell- And not even the portrait or the recording of his voice can replace that memory.
He laughs, tearfully, into Ford's sweater, and his voice trembles when he speaks.]
We share the weight, right? I have to be here to support my Captain, too.
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It almost feels silly, that it hurts this bad even now that he knows they can get them back. But when he closes his eyes he still sees Maui lying there, he can still smell- And not even the portrait or the recording of his voice can replace that memory.
He laughs, tearfully, into Ford's sweater, and his voice trembles when he speaks.]
We share the weight, right? I have to be here to support my Captain, too.