Lucius went to his knees next to Cyril. "It was a mistake, Cyril. Not your fault!" Lucius knew that wouldn't comfort his lover but he needed to try. "It's my fault, not yours. Blame me!" Lucius would happily take the blame if it would take the hurt away from the man he loved. He put his hands on Cyril's broad shoulders and shook him. "He's going to be all right. You were prepared and he's going to be fine." That would also be no comfort but Cyril needed to hear it. "Cyril, look at me."