Kissing, soft and warm and familiar and loving, helped. He nuzzled into him before pulling back, wiping at his face. "I'm going to wash my face," he said softly, squeezing James' hand before going to the bathroom to do just that, to ease the hot sting of his eyes and the flush of his cheeks. Take a minute to breathe and calm himself further, to look himself in the mirror and convince himself that he was okay. He was, because James was here and he was safe.

Returning to the bed, he slid in, moving to cuddle up to James with a quiet sigh.