He nods and wraps his arms around the other, drawing him into chest. It's clear the other has little experience with touch and he doesn't want to overwhelm him.

"For many people, physical contact is calming. But if you want me to let go you can just pull back. I don't want to make you uncomfortable." He keeps his voice quiet and steady. "... I have a lot of familiarity with death. My father owned a funeral parlor, a place where the dead are taken and prepared for burial. ... So I've seen a lot of grieving families."

He hesitates, but... they're on the Ship. It's fine. "My mother is also a goddess of death, and so I... I have certain abilities that connect to that. I can... uh. It's a strange smell, but I can smell his death on you. ... Don't bother trying to sniff yourself, there's no way you can smell it unless you're like me." He chuckles a little weakly and smooths down the other's hair.

"But I'm here. I'm here for as long as you need or want me to be."