[He knows he needs to get a hold of himself, but for this one moment... just this moment, he wants to give rise to the doubts that have been haunting him for months. He slips his arms around Mikleo's middle and rests their foreheads together, takes in a deep breath, lets it out. Counts to ten.

He's okay. They're okay.]

Yeah... you're right. I'm sorry for freaking out.

[His knuckles whiten in the back of Mikleo's shirt.]

You don't have to do anything for me. But if you run outside, be careful out there, okay?