Gyre breathes with him, somehow managing to time himself perfectly with Garrot's larger frame. Breathe in. Exhale. He counts to ten with each breath in and out, so incredibly even so quickly that it's obvious he does this all the time.

He's silent for a long time, just holding this man and breathing. He holds him tight, snugging his face against his shoulder. It's only once Garrot seems actually calmed that he finally thinks to say anything.

"It doesn't have to be after, you know?" he murmurs softly. It's the last little push he'll give him. If this doesn't work, then he really will wait until after. But he just doesn't great about going into this kind of meeting with the other feeling so obviously unstable.