[Lets him and just. sits in silence and thinks over their entire conversation and feels like the shittiest goddamn friend of all time, even though he knows he'll never be able to approve of any of this, either.]
[And just. don't get fucking killed, for the love of god you stupid idiot.]
[...] [Turns slightly towards him, reaching out and brushing his hair away from his face before he can second-guess it, touch gentle.]