"Yeah," he breathes, softly, and reaches up to rub his back, on the other side of where he bit him, "yeah, I can imagine. I can imagine, losing a bond like that. I wish I had known sooner. Maybe I could have done something sooner."

And, squeezing him a little tighter, just once.

"You are not alone, and the upshot to be brave enough to admit you need help is that you sometimes get it."