He stays quiet when Maedhros first speaks, doubt still touches his mind at the claim. A moment of craze, and he'd lost the one who claims to love him more than life.

But then, he'd done the same, hadn't he? Back in Alqualonde when he'd- he shies from even the memory of that horrible slaughter. The hand rubbing over his back is real and soothing and he focuses on that, trying to settle his breath back from the panic that had threatened.

"...One day at a time," he whispers.