"It's not a bad thing to be afraid, as long as you get done what needs to be done." He reaches up and puts a hand on the other's hair. "It's okay. ... And you're worth a lot. There are people who care about you, even if you don't think that they do."

It's not like him. There's probably people in the other man's home that miss him. Not like him. He's not going to be missed. "You - I'm not worth much to people who are... good people." He's not sure what to do. He doesn't want the other to think of him as worth anything. He's not. He's just... not.