The catharsis intensifies as Fjord draws him closer, tucked into a gentle, steadfast warmth. It's a release of so many things; the lingering fears of what likely awaits at home; the anxiety of forgiveness, of failing the new expectations that comes with it, of somehow turning back down that road; the relief of reassurance, so simply given, of love still - in his mind - undeserved.

All that he has now is because of them. Because of this affection he hadn't even asked or looked for. But it was something that he had sorely needed.

It only lasts a few minutes, even if it feels longer. Finally Essek shifts away from Fjord's collar, damp now, eyes aching and throat raw.

"Sorry-" his voice is hoarse, unsteady. "do you-...is there a handkerchief, or something? I-"