Federico doesn't do any other "normal" comforting gestures. Those are a bit beyond him right now. But as for her questions, her confusion...
"I do not know. Emotions...often do not follow the logic they should." No matter how much he wishes they would. For Arturia to make sense. For any of this to make sense. He has no idea why she's crying now. Therefore, no clue how to help her stop. But he holds her. That...that at least, he can do. He's a silent witness. No judgement, no condemnation.
He wonders if his soror would be glad at this scene. To see someone letting their "true feelings" spill forth without even needing her musical guidance. Or would she grieve with her? He's not sure.
The tears slow on their own, and she pulls away. He lets her. He sees the state of her face and reaches into his pockets for a handkerchief.
"I have no need for your apology, Signora Robin. Emotion is unpredictable and-" his breath catches in his throat as the feedback screeches to new heights, pressing in on his senses once again. The handkerchief drops from his fingers as he goes to hold his head, letting out a pained, indecipherable exclamation.
He's being watched. Many eyes, open and boring into him, watching him for...for what?
"Why...?" he rasps, cringing as his vision hazes in a mess of colors. "What are you- why? I do not understand."
It truly was not even a thought to talk about this. To him, her emotional outburst was something confusing but...natural. Nothing wrong with it. He's used to not understanding things like that. But her following reaction has confused him so thoroughly, and the pain making it harder to think-
Oh girl, he is the WRONG person to ask about why tears won't stop, lmao
"I do not know. Emotions...often do not follow the logic they should." No matter how much he wishes they would. For Arturia to make sense. For any of this to make sense. He has no idea why she's crying now. Therefore, no clue how to help her stop. But he holds her. That...that at least, he can do. He's a silent witness. No judgement, no condemnation.
He wonders if his soror would be glad at this scene. To see someone letting their "true feelings" spill forth without even needing her musical guidance. Or would she grieve with her? He's not sure.
The tears slow on their own, and she pulls away. He lets her. He sees the state of her face and reaches into his pockets for a handkerchief.
"I have no need for your apology, Signora Robin. Emotion is unpredictable and-" his breath catches in his throat as the feedback screeches to new heights, pressing in on his senses once again. The handkerchief drops from his fingers as he goes to hold his head, letting out a pained, indecipherable exclamation.
He's being watched. Many eyes, open and boring into him, watching him for...for what?
"Why...?" he rasps, cringing as his vision hazes in a mess of colors. "What are you- why? I do not understand."
It truly was not even a thought to talk about this. To him, her emotional outburst was something confusing but...natural. Nothing wrong with it. He's used to not understanding things like that. But her following reaction has confused him so thoroughly, and the pain making it harder to think-
All he can ask is why.