[Oh, boy. Ian holds him close, running his hand through his hair for as long as it takes. This isn't the first time he's borne through the sorrow of a friend; and every time, Ian hopes it will be the last.
Ian only removes his hand from Souji's hair when he starts wiping off his jacket, and even then it's to grasp the hand Souji was using to attempt doing so. It's true that getting wet isn't great for the leather, but Ian will deal with it later.]
Take what you can get with him while you can, but don't... let this affect how you deal with him. Alright?
[God, he is so sorry for having said anything at all.]