Now that he had started crying he couldn't find a way to stop it, but he stopped trying to keep it quiet, just letting it happen and clinging to Leatherhead, one of the few pieces of sanity in his life at the moment. The touch, the nuzzles, they helped and he returned them. He wanted to tell Leatherhead he wasn't, point out all the ways he was stupid, but hearing that from anyone, even someone who was possibly saying it out of love and a want to sooth him, it felt good, and so he let it be.

He also noticed the change in his breathing, and knew he couldn't leave Leatherhead without support of his own. He brought up his other hand, the one that had been stabbed and injured to gently touch Leatherhead's face, keeping the action soft and light. "Thank you, I know you will, you care so much, with all your heart." He said. Impulsively he turned to lay a single kiss on Leatherhead's cheek, wanting to to show his thanks in that way as well.