Oh no worries, I would jam the door with my crutch and we would go from there. [he's got you, even if you're crying in a public bathroom. he does make a mental note about looking at mirrors in any public place for the rest of the month because dear god.

he cups pal's cheek to brush at the quieter tears with his thumb.] I am fine. [the truth, the discomfort will fade to vague discomfort then ignorable discomfort baseline, and hopefully he won't accidentally bang his brace into pal's leg. workable situation, the focus can now be on pal's focus, which has him offering a nod.]

Fine, I can contain myself this once. [he says dryly, one last sweep of his thumb before he's moving his hand from pal's jaw.] Go ahead.