Stop Jae before he hurts himself

You scramble across the grass and grab the distraught demon's shoulders, wrapping an arm around him and pulling him up against your chest. "Stop, stop," you say, holding him tight as he sobs. "Jae, it's all right. You didn't do anything wrong."

"I- I heard you," he gasps. "I felt you tr- trying to get away. I- I hurt you--"

"No, you didn't," you say vehemently. "What you heard, what you felt, was just my reaction to how good it was. It felt so good, I couldn't be quiet, I couldn't hold still. It was amazing, Jae, and you absolutely did not hurt me." He wraps his arms around you and cries against your chest, his whole body shaking, and you feel a soft ache in your chest as you run your fingers through his short, white hair. "It's okay...it's okay," you murmur over and over, gently rocking him until his sobs grow quiet.

When he has control of himself again, he pulls away from you and sits up, turning away as he scrubs the tears from his face with the back of his hand. "I'm sorry to be such a disappointment," he says.

"You're not a dis--"

"Yes, I am! I used to want to be more like the other demons, and now I'm terrified that I'm becoming one of them. I can't do anything right. I'm just a complete fuck up!" He gasps, his eyes going wide, and claps both hands over his mouth. "I can't believe I said that," he says, lowering his hands. "I never say that word. I am becoming like them!"

"Jae, it's just a word," you tell him before he has another panic attack. "You're not like the other demons, and I can prove it."

"How?"