Ziggy needed the support now more than ever. And Minoru, regardless of the misunderstandings that had happened between them or the empathic powers that were sure to ring his bell, was going to be there. It was that simple. Painful, but simple.

He reached over, stroking Ziggy’s hair the way Tom had done during the overdose, the way he had done while they were bathing him.

“It’s okay, let it out...” he whispered. There were no good words at a time like this - they’d been through that once before too. But he tried his best to offer even a sliver of comfort to the grieving Anthean. “We’re all right here with you... we love you. We’re going to get through this together.”