He currently found himself patting the bare back of the red head, trying to soothe whatever he’d done. All he could hear were schroedingers-sniffles, because he knew all too well how Vance cried when he was happy, but it could have been a mood drop so the thought put him on edge. The larger boy smoothed his own hair back, running fingers through the others red locks after “Hey baby, baby I ain’t mean nothin’ bad. Don’t cry.”