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The older man took the glasses, folding them and setting them on the nightstand so they wouldn’t get crushed or lost. He wrapped both arms around John tightly, squeezing him and then letting go to rub his back and gently play with his hair, “I don’t think you’re stupid at all.” He leaned down and pecked the top of John’s head. “It’s alright to feel things and need some comfort. I love you man, that’s what I’m here for.” Calloused hands paused on his back and after a moment he said, “Is there anything I can do for you to make you feel a little better?” 

He sighed again at the attention to his back and hair, unwilling to move himself much from where he was, aside being tugged around by Dirk. That was okay. Lazily, his arms curled around him and he shifted a little more onto his side, legs folded up nearly to his chest in a half-fetal position. 

“Mmf.” At least!!! At least he’d kept himself from crying. Then he’d probably feel even stupider. He almost had started. He was just shaking a little. “I love you, too." 

When the hands stopped he picked his head up, rubbing his eyes a little before scooting forward more, tucking himself under Dirk’s arm to rest his head on his shoulder, curled up against his side. "Can you. Just talk to me? I like it when you talk to me. I like listening to your voice. A-and maybe… you can rub my back some more?”