[Just wishes he could assure him more, wishes he knew what to say or do to make it better - but this, at least, he can focus on, and he tugs lightly on his hair with one hand, pressing a few stray kisses against his temple and down to his ear, nibbling on his earlobe briefly]
[Lets go of him just so he can work the bottle open, slick up his fingers, nuzzling into his hair and whispering that he's pretty]