Adam made the others leave the room. Hunk's pacing wasn't helping the situation, neither were Pidges countless apologies or Keith's sad eyes. He felt a twinge of sympathy for him- he looked just like he had the day Shiro was proclaimed dead.

"Shiro, Shiro you're okay." Adam soothed. He ran the back of his hand over Shiro's hair. He flinched back and made a squeak. Adam looked at the tears flooding from Shiro's eyes and then the look of terror on his face.

Without another word, Adam got on the bed. Shiro's breathing got worse as he choked down a sob. Adam merely hugged him from behind, spooning him as Shiro curled up in himself.

"Fight, fight– Galra— not my arm. Stop, stop!" Shiro whimpered. Adam kissed the nape of his neck. He clung onto his chest as Shiro tensed up.

"I-I don't wanna loose my arm. They're gonna take my arm." He babbled. Adam shook his head, cheek pressing against Shiro's spine.

"You're okay. Everything's alright. You're safe, you're home. No one.. no one is taking your arm." Adam didn't want to admit that his voice cracked when he said it.

Shiro was so scared. He was shaking like a leaf in Adam's hold.

"Shh, Takashi. I'm here. No one can hurt you." Adam said.

Shiro let his trembling hand find Adam's. He gripped his fingers until his own knuckles turned white. Adam didn't mind, he hummed and held Shiro a bit tighter. Adam let his free hand start stroking Shiro's hair. Taking the floof out of his eyes for him and Shiro's breathing was getting better.

"They took it. They took my arm." He cried. His tears made his face shine, and his cheeks were red. Adam tried to ignore the sound of his heart breaking.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, baby." He softly told Shiro. Shiro gasped out as his sobs died down. He kept his grip on Adam's hand and Adam gave him a reassuring squeeze.

"I remember everything. Even, even the stuff I forgot I remember." Shiro's voice was soft, fragile as Adam shifted. Instead of spooning him, he was now to his side. Shiro let go of his hand reluctantly to have Adam wrap his arms around his shoulders.

Adam drew circles with his thumb on the shoulder where Shiro didn't have a prosthetic.

"They made me— they made me." Shiro insisted. Adam didn't know if he was talking about the asshole doctors or the asshole Galra. "They kept– they kept touching me. I was so scared. I didn't want to die." Shiro's voice was the volume of a whisper now. Adam blinked back tears.

"I know, I know Shiro. It's okay. They can't get you, we're okay."

"I'll have to fight them again. Adam– fuck Adam I can't!"

Adam kissed his shoulder.

"It's going to be alright, Shiro. We won't let them hurt you."

Shiro had started crying again. His frame shook as he suppressed them. He clung to Adam again, finding his arms with a python grip around his waist. Adam didn't mind, he watched as Shiro's eyes dropped and his breathing evened out.

He snuggled into him, inhaling his scent before kissing his forehead.

A hesitant knock was heard. It didn't derail Shiro's slumber. Keith popped his head in.

"Is.. is he okay?" He asked. Adam couldn't help but compare him to the timid kid he used to be all those years ago. Back when Shiro just showed up at home late with Keith by his side.

"I can't help it, Adam! I'm keeping him."

Adam smiled as Shiro's voice rang in his head.

"He will be. You guys can all come in, just be quiet, he's asleep."