"Mingyu--" Fox's heart wrenched in his chest and he was moving before he even thought about it. His hands went out, gently grasping Mingyu's shoulders as he knelt down in front of him, holding him steady as if trying to keep him upright.

"Mingyu, it's okay," he whispered quietly. "It's grief. It does fucked up things to people. You and I know that better than anyone, yeah? You didn't forget. You just remembered right now. You would have remembered it again. Don't - you're okay."

He wet his lips, swallowing around the worried lump in his throat.

"We're both here, and we're okay."