Eventually, everything starts to subside, sobbing slowing into something more occasional, shuddering breaths dragged in as he tries to get himself better under control. He takes a few steadier breaths, exhaling harshly as he instinctively leans into the contact, and he may have only caught part of the first two statements, but the last settles heavily in his chest, a lump he can't swallow past.

"Okay," he ultimately mumbles, drained and numb, unsure how to respond.