Abel sits up a little, propping himself and Alexei up on a couple pillows and shifts, indicating he still has space on his chest for Alexei if he wants to get comfy while they talk.

"You've been going through a lot." He says gently, one hand staying around him while the other starts to finger comb through his hair again, pulling his bangs out of his face. "I'm glad you called some one...I don't really like to think about it, but I had quite a few the first few weeks I was here. Specifically when we made port. It was...too much, all at once. I felt like I was dying and all it was, was crowds...the noise of it, being in a city again. I felt incredibly silly afterwards...but I don't think your mind cares how silly it might be when it starts panicking." Fitz had taken him, stumbling into an alley, stood in front of him to block him and his shaking self from view.