Warren tugged him back against the pillows, fingers curling through his hair.

"Depends on the secret," he said, trying to settle. "Dev..."

"I'm not going anywhere." He fished around for the words that usually made it all better, what he knew of Devin so far, what Devin might be worrying about. "I'm not mad. I'm not... disgusted. It's just a lot to think about. That's all."