Oh.

That hand was getting a very long look. The last time that Char had leaned on Bulba for support had been just shy of two years ago, back when he'd first woken up from his evolution rampage. It was a memory that carried a lot of bitter things with it -- things he was not especially eager to relive. Especially not with recent circumstances being what they were; there was already a very conspicuous absent space where his pride had once been, and comprimising his self-reliance even further was a less-than-appealing thought.

Besides... he was the big brother, wasn't he? He was the one meant to be doing the supporting. It was a responsibility he'd been able to reconcile with his asocial wiring, but some parts admittedly came much easier than others -- seeking comfort or help, sadly, not exactly being the easy part. "Kid, I don't need..." Char started, but trailed off. Not the time for that, and he really wasn't in any position to be playing the tough guy, anyway.

He let out a slow, quiet exhale, eyes on the floor, and took the hand offered to him.