Leaning in, Face brushes another kiss to his temple.

"It's okay, man... people do some messed up stuff when they're upset."

He almost wants to ask what he was so mad at, but it sounds like the sort of thing too sore to share just yet. Instead, he holds up his right hand, curling his knuckles into a fist to show ragged scars across his knuckles.

"I feel you there, man."