Adam presses closer, arms tightening around him. The image of him wearing only a coat while wrapped around him, fiercely protective, should have been absurd.

But that warm rage has settled in his lungs now. No matter what else this place made him feel it had also done this. It had hurt the only person he'd let the world burn for. Now he knew. And he had a long memory.

He presses soft kisses to any part of Takashi he could reach. His neck, the top of his head. Whispered over and over that he was here, it was okay. This wasn't his fault. They'd get through this. They're a team, now and always.