"Shhh. Shhh, it will be all right, let me help you," he whispered, sinking down into the water, not caring about the way it soaked into his clothing, or the ends of his hair. He kept his arms around him, a hand cupping the back of his head, the other around his waist. He hid the other's face against his neck, pained to see him so distressed, so... gods, so broken. It wasn't right.

"It will be okay. Tell me where it hurts, we can make it better," he soothed, stroking the red locks.