[ Maruki's taken into strong, warm arms, quietly confided in. He drapes one of his own around Dolph's back, breathes deep and even, listens until–

His dear friend's voice breaks open, and Maruki shakes his head, practically nuzzling into the crook of his neck. ]

You took it back from him.

[ The hand against Dolph's back curls, fingers scratching gently at the fabric of his shirt. ]

Look at you now. You've held so many people here. Your hands are nothing but safe. What a gift that is...