[He keeps his eyes closed to simply take in the comfort of his hand at his back, then his head tipping into his palm and lips both just to feel the brush of it. It eases some of the tension far easier than he thinks maybe it should - weak to Shiro in every sense of it, never fighting that. A few moments longer pass like this, before he tips his head up, looking up at him, squeezing his other hand.]
Shiro. [It's stupid, he knows, but he can't help but wonder if it was his fuck up that might've caused something to go wrong, if he didn't make it back fast enough or-- fff. He shakes his head a little.] Sorry.
It's really fine. I'm just... [- you know, being me 9_9]