[He knows how hard it can be, to be trapped in your own head as badly as Ain is right now. It's like a pit you can't escape, one that gnaws at you and constantly tries to drag you further and further down...even with him holding him close, he knows it's only going to help so much.

Wolfwood pulls his fingers through Ain's hair a time or two more, pressing a kiss to the crown of his head.]

I mean...you're in another world, millions of miles from the things and people you used to know. I'd be surprised if you weren't anxious.