[ D'Artagnan doesn't try to hold him back, or control him in any way. He also doesn't really attack, unless Roxas ever seems like he's backing off, and then he brings them back into it. Mostly he defends, and and gives Roxas something to hit. Something to take the anger out on, a way of getting it out of his system.
By the end of it he's breathing hard, a sweat has broken out over his neck and his hair is shoved back away from his face.
Despite that, he feels good. Training does that to him. When Roxas finally stops, and drops to the floor, and tosses his sword back onto the table he'd lifted it from, and comes over to sit beside him. He pulls his knees up to lean his arms on them, and he nods. He doesn't say anything about the tears. He'd rather they were falling than being held in. ]
I know.
[ He shrugs and then smiles, just a little. ]
It's normal, though. Being angry and upset. You don't have to not feel them. You just can't let them rule you. There's probably nothing I'm worse at than that, honestly.
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By the end of it he's breathing hard, a sweat has broken out over his neck and his hair is shoved back away from his face.
Despite that, he feels good. Training does that to him. When Roxas finally stops, and drops to the floor, and tosses his sword back onto the table he'd lifted it from, and comes over to sit beside him. He pulls his knees up to lean his arms on them, and he nods. He doesn't say anything about the tears. He'd rather they were falling than being held in. ]
I know.
[ He shrugs and then smiles, just a little. ]
It's normal, though. Being angry and upset. You don't have to not feel them. You just can't let them rule you. There's probably nothing I'm worse at than that, honestly.