It was his fault. He only sees what his eyes wanted to see, even though he was broken long after he was gone. Three years in solitary confinement. Meanwhile, his back bled and there days he felt numb and nothing. Not a day goes by that he hasn't thought of him.

Holding his arms, he gently rocks him back and forth. He's here now. That's all that matters. He doesn't have to understand. He just has to be here.

"I love you too, Wei Ying." He buried his face on his shoulder, inhaling his scent. "Aren't you cold? I can go fetch your clothes for you."