Still pinning him across the thighs, Face holds him close, pressing a kiss against the top of his head. He can handle the tears, he can let himself handle the tears.
"Shh..." he whispers; "it's okay. I'm here. You're gonna be all right. I've got you."
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"Shh..." he whispers; "it's okay. I'm here. You're gonna be all right. I've got you."