[WV sets the gauze down on the bed and holds PM as close and as gently as he can, his vision going blurry from the tears welling in his eyes. His other arm goes around AR's broad shoulders, pulling him close as well.]
[he swallows. He doesn't really know how to properly respond to PM, but then decides he doesn't care if AR is right there or that everything's all muddled—she loves him, she loves them both, and he loves her, and even loves AR, although not quite in the same way.]