Somehow he felt like his lungs weren't working, or maybe it was just that his heart felt so heavy that it pained him. The pangs were more than what he thought he could bear, even if he could keep going. It didn't mean he couldn't feel the hurt from something like that. Snow was a wall, but not always an impenetrable one.

With his eyes burning he managed to struggle with his grief, and with the loneliness pulling him into an endless sea of dread he felt like he were drowning. His words just wouldn't come out now, and even if he didn't mean to be this way this overwhelming sense of despair had a way of putting a stranglehold on him.

He sucked in a breath at the pressure at his back, feeling that hand and those words and wanting so badly to just bask in the comfort but not knowing if he should. Against all better judgment or maybe towards a right one, Snow somehow grabbed him in his arms and held tight, his choked breathing quieted as he buried his face in Yuki's hair. The tears were flowing now, and he just so badly needed someone to hold onto...right here.

"...I...I'm not going." He managed to get out, just barely above a whisper on his own.