He's crying.

I move my hands aside as he slouches forward, and his head comes to rest on my knees.

I hover for a moment, one hand resting on the back of his head, feeling him vibrate against my palm, even through the bandage.

After that moment I tug him closer, pull him in as far as position will allow, so that his head is resting in my lap.

"Take as long as you need," I say softly, my own voice tight with barely contained emotion.