Get as weepy as you want. Figure you're kinda entitled to that by now.

[It tries to be light, but doesn't entirely manage, licks turning into smaller kisses, slow and as gentle as he can make them.

He can't even tell him not to worry, that there was no point to it. Why be bothered by things you can't change? He still didn't understand. Especially why it was affecting him too.]

--and I know it doesn't count for much, but you're helping me a lot. That was the first time I'd really lost it with you around, and you got me to pull out of it.