( Basil feels his arms wrap around him, and he feels the way his heart stutters as it always does - his arms finding their way around him in return, burying his head against his chest. It's comfortable and warm, as it always is. He feels safe. )

It's okay, Kel. Nothing is here, I promise. It's just you, me, and Marigold.

( He's reassuring him the best he can, hand gently moving up and down to rub the other's back. )

What... did you see...? Can you tell me?

( He wants to help. No, he has to help. )