Maglor breathed back in, reminding himself of the warmth and his brother's smell. The humming always helped, and the hand rubbing over his back soothed him. His desperation lessened to an easier level to handle, and his hold loosened.

He had to be stronger. Having such a shock had shoved him off his usual mental standing, unsteady as it could be at times. And it worried his brother. He couldn't take the chance Maedhros actually would leave him behind if he was too weak and pathetic now. Even if he was, he had to lean on all his long years of practice in being what he wasn't.

"You can count on me, Nelyo."