"And you know I will," he grouches softly, feeling like maybe, just maybe he can start putting himself together again.

The touch to his shoulder almost sends his brave attempts right down the drain, because it screams of compassion and Wyatt can't face it right now. But then it's gone, whisper soft like it was never there to begin with, only the lingering warmth of Paul's fingers left to remind him that they were.

"Right. Sounds good to me."