Blaise leaned comfortably into the couch now, and he relaxed as he started seeing true signs of life come back into his friend. His smile at Theo was gentle, and he made no sudden moves and didn't raise his voice at all. "Maybe you should sleep, Theo," he said quietly. "I'll be right here, I don't mind." Hell, aside from bathroom breaks he'd stay here all day if it would help, and he knew Kermit would help him watch over Theo later if needed. He didn't think Theo needed to be alone any more right now.
The nearly silent tears nearly panicked him. He'd never been particularly good with tears, unless they were clearly contrived. He'd learned to cope, especially since he knew Callie would use it against him if she thought it would help at times, but that didn't mean it set well with him deep inside. And Theo's were so utterly, heartbreakingly genuine.
He didn't hush him, not once. Instead Blaise simply made soft, soothing sounds. He had no soothing songs or lullabyes like some might; his mother had never had any for him. But the sounds were gentle and kind. He touched Theo only carefully, knuckles of one hand gently skimming up and down his forearm. It was a soft kind of comfort, quiet permission to just go ahead and cry. He'd done similar things when his sister was quite small and his mother had devastated her little feelings, except her he'd held while she cried, and patted her back, while he let her cry. It was the same sort of thing now.