Here was a man who lived through physicality - his relationship with Suresh, the murders that had come before, everything - and had been denied. It was all gone. Then here was Adam, the one person he'd come to trust nearly as much as the geneticist himself with warm, welcome hands on his face. He felt terrible, letting himself do this, but he needed someone who understood him to touch, right now. Just so he didn't feel so fucking disconnected. Just so he stopped needing to throw himself off the building again and again and again.

And so he turned his head into the other man hand, slowly. "A little."