[It's because he doesn't think of Marco as being weak that this is so difficult to handle. He sees him as someone on whom he can depend, someone sturdy, who gives unconditional support. And here he is, huddled up on the edge of the bed, on the verge of panic, shaking. He doesn't know what to do but keep rubbing his shoulder and repeating what he hopes aren't meaningless reassurances.]
You're okay... You're okay. I'm here for you, okay?
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You're okay... You're okay. I'm here for you, okay?