[ When he feels that hand on his, Break is sure of that thought that had crossed his mind a minute ago. No, he's glad that if he has to do something like this that it is like this. He knows Gilbert is here because of that ethereal weight, but there's nothing more. He doesn't need to see to imagine what Gilbert's expression must be like at the moment, and that's—

He laughs softly, because it dawns on him with that thought. Break curls his fingers as if he would be gripping Gilbert's hand in return very lightly, but there's nothing but empty air.

That's painful, isn't it?

He doesn't want anyone to feel the kind of desperation he has in the face of loss and despair, but especially not Gilbert. They were similar, even if neither of them would ever want to say as much because of the particularly unique relationship they had. He'd collected a brat in the rain for his own purposes, and it was always supposed to be what he had always preached. Using others was a part of being dedicated to a goal. But he had expected Gilbert to dislike and resent him. He hadn't expected Gilbert to ever accept with determination and pride in his voice that he was Break's left eye.

He hadn't expected to feel how oppressive the emptiness of a room could be. ]

Just... don't do anything stupid.

[ Which is a broad statement for the two of them, honestly, but he's speaking to the familiar and dangerous mix of desperation and determination that they both share. ]

I wanted to tell you so that if it does happen, it's not a surprise. And for anything here, make sure Miata is safe. That's the only chance we have.