Chapter 150: Blooding, Part 4
Warm tears mingled with cold rain as Telmé stared at the near-hysterical man plastered against him, shaking and sobbing so hard Telmé was worried Korin would hurt himself. Slowly he brought his own arms up to wrap around Korin, drawing up his cloak to help shield Korin from the wind and rain. "I'm sorry," he said again, not certain what else to say, not certain why he was apologizing when it wasn't his fault. He'd say anything to stop Korin crying so hard. He didn't like this Korin; he much preferred Korin angry and snotty, even if that meant getting his nose broken.
Telmé hadn't realized he preferred Korin any way at all, but so many people had died He didn't want to lose Korin too, in any way.
When Korin's crying finally eased, Telmé looped an arm around his waist and urged him across the bridge, around the practice yard, and into the keep. Removing his cloak, he wrapped it around Korin. "Stay here, I'll be right back."