[The use of his own name made some sort of wet hotness prick at his eyes. It had been so long since someone had used his real name, and the last time had been with dark abuse and the blood of his childhood. To hear it said so.... well...
In a sudden surge he sat up and got as far onto the bed as he could and hugged Lockon, burying his face in his chest and shoulders shaking though his cheeks remained dry. He had spent to many nights (if they could be called that) crying, and he had no tears left to shed, though that made the emotions no less real.]