[ He's used to Rhy brushing off concerns about his health in the wake of the fires and all the work that needed to be done, his exhaustion. But this is something different. And at first he's at a loss, especially when the younger man's shoulders start to shake. It takes Kahlil a second to gently put a hand between his shoulder blades, and if there's no resistance he slips it properly around his shoulders, allowing Rhy to lean against him.
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His voice is low and soft. ]
It's alright. [ To let this out. ]