[That almost makes him let go, flickers of worry going through his head (what did I say, is he mad), but he lets out a breath when he feels Noh-Varr relax, feels his hands on him. Ryan's fingers thread into his hair to comb gently through it, in an affectionate, repetitive little gesture.]
I never doubted that. I'm just sorry there's not more I can do.
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I never doubted that. I'm just sorry there's not more I can do.