[ Zaveid makes a soft, sad noise, and he simply holds Sorey closer, just for a little while longer. It's easy to do this, to wrap around him and hold him close, to stroke a hand against his hair and comfort him - it's what he knows. He knows how to take care of people, even if he's rubbish at showing it, even if it's been years and years and years. ] I don't do that much. [ He really doesn't think he does. Reaching out, he holds him gently. ] I do what you need.
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