Drew's fingers bunched Ozzie's shirt and he heard himself breathing, ragged and torn, under the reassurances that Ozzie poured gently over him, over them both he thought.
He moved when Ozzie moved, taking stock of where he was being ushered to and he had to let go to sit down, although he grabbed hold of Ozzie's hand as soon as his friend sat down.
He'd been about to apologise, or something, but then, then... he heard that waver and it tilted his aching heart. He saw the anxiety flooding out of Ozzie and leaving the boy cold and Drew hated himself more than he usually did for doing this. He reached up and put his hand against Ozzie's cheek, brushing away some hair with his thumb, studying the other face before offering only a reflected ghost of his former smile and dropping his hand again. "You're home." he said, meaning that, and then that smile died like a flower in frost. "Ozzie..."