Shit. Fuck. Molly hadn't meant to set Caleb off like that. He really hadn't. But his head still wasn't quite right and he hadn't been thinking and it was all so much. He had just wanted to know that Beau was all right. He hadn't intended any of this. Scrambling out of Yasha's arms, he stepped close to Caleb, somewhat hesitant as Caleb explained what had happened. He felt a jolt of pride that Beau had set that asshole on fire, but mostly he just felt relief. That she was okay. That the others were all okay. That Caleb was here with him now.
He glanced over at Yasha, wanting to be sure she didn't think he was neglecting her, before pulling Caleb close and pressing their foreheads together, careful of his horns. Caleb just needed this more right now. And honestly, focusing on someone else made it easier to pull himself together. He was pretty sure he would do his own breaking later, but not just yet. Time for that later, he thought wryly.
"Mr. Caleb," he said gently, remembering words he had said once, "there are only so many burdens we're expected to bear. Don't put this on yourself. I made a choice. I did what I had to, to keep my family safe, and I would do it again a hundred times and a hundred times more. I will never regret dying for the people I love. It's a far better death than my first." He sighed, leaning up and pressing a kiss to Caleb's forehead. "Come back from wherever it is you go in your head. Don't let this eat you up."