#quick draw some strickler and jim bonding hugs
It’s sweater dad season again, I guess.
@undeadchestnut kinda want to write a little take on the second image… So um here, sorry for jumping on the post again lol:
Jim would have gone to Blinky, but somehow he found himself heading towards Strickler. He was there, he reasoned, right upstairs, he would maybe understand more than anyone.
It was hard. Keeping up with school, (again) keeping up with managing the trolls, changelings and aliens, the excalibur thing, the end of the world happening, magic being revealed everywhere and him not being able to stop it and he might fail everyone and—
“Young Atlas?” Strickler interrupted his frenzied thoughts, having just come down the stairs, “Are you… Alright?”
Jim sniffed, “No… I don’t really want to talk about it,” he muttered, suddenly uncertain if this was the right course of action.
“You seem… Distressed,” Strickler ventured.
“Urgh. You have no idea,” somehow he managed to lightly lean his head against Strickler’s chest. The changeling tensed, raising his head as if unsure what to do with himself, but a hand came up to gently cradle the side of his head all the same.
Jim felt angry tears well in his eyes, “I want—I’m just tired you know? And I don’t have time to be tired. I hate it,” he whispered.
Strickler didn’t say anything, although his fingers gently began scratching his scalp, speaking silent understanding, Jim was fine with that. More than fine, actually.
The changelings solid presence was enough, this was enough, for now.
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