Voices were hushed and soft in the darkness. Sweet nothings and gentle, feathery words of affection were murmured into the ears of one of the two. Comfort was needed from one of them, the other worried about the potential of losing a family member. And comfort was received in the form of hugs and words and love, oh the sweet ways he was comforted.

Lingering touches and arms around him; fingers laced in his, stroking his hand. Soft, soft, everything was soft and he was handled delicately, the fears expelled from his mind and the tears kissed off his face. His shaking was stilled by the arms of his lover and he bathed in warm sweetness.

It was tranquil. Everything was tranquil, they were tranquil. They relished in the feeling of one another and the quiet voices of both of them. Gentle shushing was heard when the voice of the other grew louder and shaky as he expressed his fears and-

Oh, he was gentle. He cradled and kissed and listened and whispered. And everything was delicate, they were delicate. They were delicate with each other. Small, short fingers locked with long, large ones. Small arms cradling a large frame and long arms reciprocating a smaller one. They were soft and gentle and loving with each other. And, for now, everything was sweet.