[Can't help the pain expression on his face at this, the way he flinches at his defensiveness, the overwhelming need to dosomething; he doesn't yet even begin to grasp how much worse things were becoming for Fuuma, and why (damn it Spider), and it doesn't really even occur to him to think of something like that as being the cause. Really, he just blames himself.]
[Letting out a shuddering breath, facing Fuuma on the ground, Kamui drops to his knees too, his hands touching the sides of Fuuma's face, his forehead pressing to his. Fuck.]
Listen to me. [Focus on his voice, if you can. Even if that might be just as hard..]
I'm not asking you to know. I won't ask you.
Just - breathe. Please. [Let him try to find calm again for you.]