Devin stared at him, just a bit, processing some of that and feeling his chest constrict at what he wanted to believe Warren was saying, but didn't think he possibly could be saying.

He finally moved to stretch out next to Warren, slipping his arms around him tetatively.

"I'm sorry. I don't mean...I don't want to scare you. I just...I don't know what to do. What you need. What I can do to make it better. To make you happy."