Fall On Me

He felt Kanan's arms wrap around him, holding him close and steady, one hand resting on the back of his head. "Kanan," Ezra sobbed, his face buried in the now damp fabric of his master's sleep shirt. "Hey, it's okay," Kanan soothed, concern and comfort bleeding through from his end of their bond as he held his trembling padawan in his arms. "I'm here. It's okay."