[ How could he have missed her? Even Yato would have done a better job paying attention to that (maybe), and he's more stunned by the fact Hiyori is actually here than his tumbling rapidly toward that thin shield keeping all the space where it needs to be. Maybe he could have looked at that ridiculously hand-thing they'd given him when he'd gotten here or tried to ask someone, but-- what was the point? They'd miss him when they missed him, and he'd ran away before... Everything's different now, sure, but that doesn't mean things will be better. He's listening and a bit more patient and learning everything he can. It's just... is it enough? Could he be enough on his own? He's not even that strong.
Except Hiyori is there too, now, and that means he has to try his best. Protect her until this is all right again.
Yukine is twisted nearly upside-down when he manages to shake off his surprise, and it's only reflex that has him reaching out in her direction. The weightlessness reminds him of fighting with Yato, that odd suspended sensation running through his entire body, but he resists, stretching out to grab her ankle. It's probably not the best time for her to be wearing a dress, though Yukine hardly cares about that (this time). His eyes are a bit wide, the happiness difficult to fight off. ]
Give me your hand! [ How they were going to manage that when he was clinging to her ankle and both of them were slowly spinning further away from the ship deck, he had no idea. But he wasn't going to let her go. ]
BREATHES hiyoriiiii
Except Hiyori is there too, now, and that means he has to try his best. Protect her until this is all right again.
Yukine is twisted nearly upside-down when he manages to shake off his surprise, and it's only reflex that has him reaching out in her direction. The weightlessness reminds him of fighting with Yato, that odd suspended sensation running through his entire body, but he resists, stretching out to grab her ankle. It's probably not the best time for her to be wearing a dress, though Yukine hardly cares about that (this time). His eyes are a bit wide, the happiness difficult to fight off. ]
Give me your hand! [ How they were going to manage that when he was clinging to her ankle and both of them were slowly spinning further away from the ship deck, he had no idea. But he wasn't going to let her go. ]