Oh, babe. [ He'll hold you close and hold you tight, press his lips to your cheek and breathe you in. It's always been right in front of his face, the tragedy of the set-up you've both been given. Shit happens. Shit always happens, but he's more than ready to rise to the task of trying. ]

It's okay. [ He's whispering that as he draws you as close as either of you can get given that clothes and flesh and bone get in the way. ] It'll be okay.

[ He's tipping your face up again as he pulls back, pillowing your head on his arm as he shifts over you so he can lean down properly and press his lips to yours. He can taste that distinct flavor that makes you, you, mixed in with the salt of tears. ]

I love you. [ He murmurs that with his heart strung out through each syllable. ] I love you so much, Hikaru.

You have me. You've always had me. And you always will.