[He wears long sleeves to defend against shark attacks, obviously,

There's a tinge of loneliness, of desperation that wasn't there before that helps chase off some of that overwhelming feeling. Sorey manages to pull back far enough to search Dezel's face, brows pinched in worry.] ... I've never been worried about you hurting me, [Sorey chides gently, carding his fingers through Dezel's hair.

He draws up to his full height and gently tugs at Dezel until he bends enough for Sorey to coax his ear over his heart.] Here; just listen. [His heartbeat is a bit fast, but steady and strong. Sorey plays with the ends of Dezel's hair idly.] That's not going anywhere. I'm not going anywhere. Okay?