[It's comforting, in a bit of a strange way. Not what he's used to at all, but the intent behind it is enough, and he at least manages to calm himself enough to breathe more, voice still thick.]

I know. I know, it just... I didn't mean to get all weepy on you, fuck.

[His fingers burrow into the fabric of Henry's shirt, clinging tight.]

I should be way more used to not being able to do anything but it just never quits being awful.