[He gave a breathless laugh, taking that square of fabric. He doesn't dab it at his eyes, instead Alan was using it to clean his glasses. Meticuously focused on the habit the almost ritual of making certain they were properly cleaned after his crying.]

Don't worry about that. You've said it now and I've gotten to hear it. That's all that matters.

[Finishing cleaning his lenses he slips them back in place neatly refolding that handkerchief that he offers back to his senior. There were so many things he hadn't said himself and now well - Was there a point? He didn't think so. It would only hurt people in the end.]