Neil's eyes close, and in gratitude, Alex shifts to kiss each one. It's ridiculous, and something he hasn't done before, but at the moment, it feels right. He tucks his free hand under Neil's chin and kisses the bridge of his nose.

Because he can't kiss his forehead at the moment.

Rhythm unabating, he murmurs to Neil as they remain close, bare chests touching. A rumbled monologue of similar themes.

It's okay.

I got you.

Let me take care of you.

I love you.

Words to take the place of wounds.