It took a moment for Faelan to register Gaius' shadow over him, but when he lifted his eyes, he saw in the midst of the man's own pain an utter compassion, and his voice, while raw and strained, bore the same gentle kindness it always did.
It was a small but powerful comfort, and Faelan took his hand, drawing strength from him. "I broke my glass," he said flatly, feeling suddenly fiercely apologetic, but unable to say anything more.