[Jeb listens, quiet, as he pulls Mithos closer and continues to rub his back.]

How did you feel about the things the other you said, Mithos? What sort of things... did you find?

[Holding him tighter, trying to will him to calm down at least a little. He remembers a time all too familiar to this--a memory fabricated by the Malnosso of him comforting Mithos just like this, back when both of them thought they were together--and his stomach flips.

It just feels weird to really be holding Mithos like this now, but not because of the past fake romantic feelings. No, it's because even though Mithos has been like this for a while, Jeb's become more accustomed to the blond being taller, not small enough to fit in his arms and comfort like this.

Not that height matters in the long run. No matter what, Mithos is fragile, easy to shatter. And right now, all Jeb wants is to cradle hold those pieces of his friend and help him stay together.]

It's okay, Mithos... you can tell me. I'm not going to judge you. I could never judge you.