[Souji can't help but hold Ian tighter at that, removing his hold on Ian's hand to wrap both his arms around Ian's waist, Souji's hands grasping at the other's back. He uses one hand to rub at the leather, comfortingly, something Souji had never done for anyone other than his father. It's a strange, foreign feeling, but all he wants right now is for Ian to feel better.
Suddenly, there's a soft noise from Souji, a mixture between the sound he would make if he were starting to cry, and the beginning of a laugh. There's the smallest, slightest hint of a smile on his face. Despite the circumstance, it isn't forced at all.]