[Poggio]

His heart was irratically beating until he realized it was not his own and twisting inside the iron grip he saw his husbands frightened face. He regarded the man for a long time as his fingers reached where they could and coaxed the fingers to loosen and tangle with his. When he was able to, he shifted so that the side of his face came to rest upon the frightened one. "Its alright Zosa." He cooed. His voice picked up a tune to help calm his lovers nerves, bringing him into a gentle sway.