[He doesn't care about the hand on his wrist or the glare he's receiving. He's too busy glaring as well and fighting the stinging in his eyes that tell him his resolve is breaking.]

What's my problem? Jacob is dead!

Haven't....haven't you ever had something you cared so much about, something you wanted to protect so badly that you would, literally, so anything to protect it?

I- [He blinks and instantly regrets it as tears spring to his eyes and begin to make their way down his face.]

I did...and I failed him...

I-

[A lump in his throat cuts off his voice and he closes the distance between them, resting his forehead against the taller man's shoulder, his hands still fisted in Otoha's shirt.]