He grabs my jacket for me, and I sling it on hurriedly, not wanting to lose contact with him for any longer than absolutely necessary.

I'm glad of it once we get outside.

I'm also glad of the warmth of his hand in mine.

We're heading towards the water. Not many people out. "I'm listening," I say softly. I mean it. I'll really try to listen, not just flinch and respond to the first sound of pain in his voice, not just try to comfort him instantly.

Listen, and hear.