"I'll try not to flutter. Or you know, you can just tell me to shut up and stuff if I do. You are allowed," he said with a smile as he held him close. He wasn't going to flinch; there were things worse out there then this.
And he had been dealing with them for awhile now.
But he could not help but see the pain flash across his face quickly, and he held him a little tighter, making sure to not hurt him, but keeping him close. He wasn't letting him go for anything.
Swinging the bag over his other shoulder, he gently squeezed the hand that gripped his in a vise like grip. Azazel was silent, and that worried him as well.