[Nods a couple of times, a shaky but stubborn, determined set in his brow.]
Okay. [Whatever threatens to swirl into his vision, around himself or Shiro, around them both - he forces himself to push past it, to ignore it. He looks into Shiro's eyes and listens to his voice. It can't hurt him, and it won't hurt Shiro.] ... Okay, Shiro.