“Have I given you any indication I wouldn’t?” He asked softly, his heart still hammering painfully in his chest. He wrapped his arms tightly around the other man, pulling him closer.

“You won’t need to find your way back,” he whispered quietly. “Because I’ll have your hand in mine the whole way. We both have to— it’s a different grief, but it’s something I have to deal with, too. We can be there for each other.”

He clung a little tighter and swallowed.

“I never want to leave you like this. I never want to push you like this. I’ll fix it somehow.”