"Thank you for being willing to protect us, too." Cole whispers the words against Ben's stomach and they're not for Ben, even if he hears them. His gratitude extends to Them, who would've defended them if it had come down to it.

Cole works on curling himself tighter, around Ben's body as it happens, moving so his knees push up near Ben's hip, his body curled around him, tucked in and hiding and also protecting Ben's back with his own body to some degree. His fingers clutch with that surprising strength, but still so careful not to bruise.

"I'm sorry you had to see it. I'm not sorry you were with me."