"Good." Mat wraps his arms snuggly around Rhy and nuzzles his cheek against him. There's only comfort in it. If closeness is all that he can offer, if holding Rhy and soothing him like this is what he can give, he's going to.

The way the other man responds, the look in his eyes...it makes Mat's stomach twist. Light, if only he were more useful in situations like these. He never knows quite what to say. At least it seems easier to find words, now. Whether or not they're the right ones, he couldn't say.

"You're very very dear to me, and I'd hate to think you didn't trust my word. You can. Always."