Blythe can't help but let out a little laugh. He knows Niko is distressed, but it's endearing and adorable and it makes his heart thud so goshdarned hard right now.

"You ain't got a thing to be sorry for," he says, and there's just the tiniest quaver to his voice and oh gosh, he's so nervous. He reaches up to pull Niko's hands away from his face and then holds them, sweaty and shaky as he feels, his right thumb brushing along Niko's knuckles. "Except hiding your face from me."