"I know."

Softly, so softly. He wants to tell Wei Ying not to apologize, again, wants to remind him that he himself should have done more.

But right now, in this moment, when the man in his arms is still stunned with what he has just learned, he knows it will not help.

"I know," he says again, instead, and kisses his hair.

He can barely feel the light sensation of Wei Ying's fingers on his back.

"You will not hurt me. If you touch."