[There's an edge of distress in his voice as he holds him closer, squeezing him gently before he reaches a hand up to try to tilt Henry's chin upward. His lips press repeatedly to the side of his face, his cheek, kissing at the tears with soft brushes of his lips and tongue; it simply feels right to do, and it's only after he's started that he remembers similar gestures in the past.]
I'm here, love, I'm here. It's all right.
[His own voice is choked, tear-tracks marking his own cheeks even as he continues trying to soothe away Henry's. He'd been alone himself, sure, and without the memory of someone left behind. But Henry- he'd been left alone here without that same small mercy.]
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[There's an edge of distress in his voice as he holds him closer, squeezing him gently before he reaches a hand up to try to tilt Henry's chin upward. His lips press repeatedly to the side of his face, his cheek, kissing at the tears with soft brushes of his lips and tongue; it simply feels right to do, and it's only after he's started that he remembers similar gestures in the past.]
I'm here, love, I'm here. It's all right.
[His own voice is choked, tear-tracks marking his own cheeks even as he continues trying to soothe away Henry's. He'd been alone himself, sure, and without the memory of someone left behind. But Henry- he'd been left alone here without that same small mercy.]