Alan snorted softly. Oh fates thank this one for putting up with Eric this long. He knew how out of hand Eric could be first hand. He had been told more than once that he was so much worse without Alan around.

His fingers brush over the other's neck just to keep him calm and soothed, then up to his cheek. He's content like this but he's focused on Eric's head on his lap. He doesn't want to see the surgery, not even a fleeting glance.